Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ici, artist - Boulevard des Airs. Date of issue: 12.05.2013
Song language: French
Ici(original) |
| Il faisait bon vivre |
| Boulevard de la Villette |
| Du bon vin, du bon rire |
| La Bandourka dans la tête |
| La Russie à ma porte |
| Le vent d’Est transporte |
| Un peu plus de bassesses |
| Spécialité Française |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte |
| Ici, ici, ici, ici il fait bon vivre |
| Et si, et si, et si on était libre Il faisait bon vivre |
| Place de Milan, ville rose |
| Se souvenir monastir |
| De la poésie à la prose |
| D’Annaba jusqu'à Fès |
| Le vent du sud retraverse |
| Une mer comme un mur |
| Mais un mur qui est le nôtre |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte |
| Il faisait bon vivre |
| Sur les bords de la Marne |
| Mais certains revendiquent |
| Le Mali a son charme |
| Le dégoût dans mes veines |
| Vers Bamako le vent ramène |
| Davantage de chiffres |
| Dont la démocratie s’empiffre |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte |
| A Tarek, à Baba, à Yvan, à Dima |
| A tous les clandestins bien plus humains que moi |
| Le vent du monde colporte |
| Une rumeur dégueulasse |
| Frappez plus à la porte |
| Question de paperasse |
| Cette terre est à nous |
| Nous ne pourrons que la vendre |
| Voyez ce garde-fou |
| Qu’il faudra bien défendre |
| Le temps des lumières, ici, s'éteint très vite |
| Oh France je ne t’aime plus, je te quitte. |
| (translation) |
| Life was good |
| Boulevard de la Villette |
| Good wine, good laugh |
| The Bandurka in the head |
| Russia on my doorstep |
| The east wind carries |
| A little more nonsense |
| French speciality |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you |
| Here, here, here, here life is good |
| What if, what if, what if we were free Life was good |
| Milan square, pink city |
| Remember monastir |
| From poetry to prose |
| From Annaba to Fez |
| The south wind crosses again |
| A sea like a wall |
| But a wall of ours |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you |
| Life was good |
| On the banks of the Marne |
| But some claim |
| Mali has its charm |
| The disgust in my veins |
| Towards Bamako the wind blows |
| More numbers |
| With which democracy is stuffed |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you |
| To Tarek, to Baba, to Yvan, to Dima |
| To all the illegals much more human than me |
| The wind of the world peddles |
| A disgusting rumor |
| Knock more at the door |
| Paperwork Question |
| This land is ours |
| We can only sell it |
| See this guardrail |
| That will have to be defended |
| The time of lights here is fading real fast |
| Oh France I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you. |