Translation of the song lyrics Colucci - Carlos

Colucci (original)

Y’a un grand vide au petit caf?
de l’amiti?, de l’amiti?.
Il s’est tir?
beaucoup trop t?
t, Papy Mougeot, Papy Mougeot.
Depuis ce temps-l?, y’a dans nos blagues,
Comme un grain de sable, une petite?
charde.
M?
me par beau temps, y’a certains soirs au fond de nos yeux comme du
brouillard.
S’il n’avait pas gueul?
si fort et frapp?
au bureau des pleurs,
On serait pas pr?
t d’ouvrir encore les restos du c?
ur.
Aux malheureux pose la question: 'Qui fut pour toi plus qu’un ami?'
Beaucoup s?
rement te r?
pondront: 'Colucci!'
De son humour, il s’en servait de bouclier, de bouclier.
Faut dire que lui faisait aussi une allergie?
la connerie.
C'?
tait jamais par m?
chancet?
qu’il provoquait, en v?
rit?,
En v?
rit?, ce mec?
tait tout le contraire d’un enfoir?.
S’il n’avait pas gueul?
si fort et frapp?
au bureau des pleurs,
On serait pas pr?
t d’ouvrir encore les restos du c?
ur.
Aux malheureux pose la question: 'Qui fut pour toi plus qu’un ami?'
Beaucoup s?
rement te r?
pondront: 'Colucci!'
Y’a un grand vide au petit caf?
de l’amiti?, de l’amiti?.
Il s’est tir?
beaucoup trop t?
t, Papi Mougeot, Papy Mougeot.
On ne pourra plus entre copains,
Plus jamais dire: 'Tchao Pantin!'
Sans Colucci, on est paum?
au petit caf?
de l’amiti?, de l’amiti?.
S’il n’avait pas gueul?
si fort et frapp?
au bureau des pleurs,
On serait pas pr?
t d’ouvrir encore les restos du c?
ur.
Au paradis des saltimbanques, toi tu nous vois mais nous ici,
Si tu savais comme tu nous manques Mimi.

Colucci (translation)

Is there a big void at the little café?
friendship?, friendship?
He shot himself?
much too much
t, Grandpa Mougeot, Grandpa Mougeot.
Since that time, there is in our jokes,
Like a grain of sand, a little?
shed.
M?
me in good weather, there are some evenings deep in our eyes like
fog.
If he didn't have a mouth?
so loud and hit?
at the crying office,
Wouldn't we be ready?
t to open the restaurants of the c yet?
ur.
To the unfortunate ask the question: 'Who was more than a friend to you?'
Many?
you r?
will say: 'Colucci!'
His humor he used as a shield, a shield.
Must say that he also had an allergy?
stupidity.
VS'?
was never by me
lucky?
that he provoked, in v?
laugh?
In v?
laugh?, this guy?
was the complete opposite of a bastard?.
If he didn't have a mouth?
so loud and hit?
at the crying office,
Wouldn't we be ready?
t to open the restaurants of the c yet?
ur.
To the unfortunate ask the question: 'Who was more than a friend to you?'
Many?
you r?
will say: 'Colucci!'
Is there a big void at the little café?
friendship?, friendship?
He shot himself?
much too much
t, Grandpa Mougeot, Grandpa Mougeot.
We can no longer between friends,
Never again say: 'Tchao Pantin!'
Without Colucci, are we lost?
at the little cafe?
friendship?, friendship?
If he didn't have a mouth?
so loud and hit?
at the crying office,
Wouldn't we be ready?
t to open the restaurants of the c yet?
ur.
In the paradise of acrobats, you see us but we here,
If you knew how much we miss you Mimi.