Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bozambo , by - Claude Nougaro. Song from the album Embarquement Immédiat, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.09.2000
Record label: Capitol
Song language: French
Bozambo(original) |
| J’ai choisi quelques tubes |
| Deux ou trois pinceaux |
| Aujourd’hui je peins le tableau |
| Terminées les études |
| Allez, au boulot |
| C’est parti j’attaque le tableau |
| Le cheval est cabré, je brosse à larges touches |
| Un festival de gerbes, un concert d’eau de touffes |
| Ça fait dresser le poil du pinceau qui se fraie |
| Un sentier lumineux au sein de la forêt |
| Des serpents ravissants gambadent dans la brousse |
| Un tigre se déploie avec sa robe rousse |
| Il rugit de bonheur et bondit d’un bond «(dos?) «Car d’une liane d’or, qui descend? |
| Bozambo ! |
| Bozambo, Bozambo |
| Le roi de la forêt |
| Bozambo, Bozambo |
| Ça mérite un arrêt |
| Je tripote des tubes |
| J’essuie mes pinceaux |
| En scrutant l'état du tableau |
| J’ai pas pour habitude de lâcher le morceau |
| Allez, à l’assaut Picasso |
| Bozambo le portrait tout craché de mon âme |
| Cette épaisse forêt où pulsent des tam-tams |
| Bozambo le Pygmée, mais aux âmes biens nées |
| La hauteur n’atteint pas la grandeur des Pygmées |
| La grandeur des Pygmées (x2) |
| Bozambo tu es beau |
| Ta petite sagaie |
| Et ta chute de reins à damner tous les gays |
| Bozambo, Bozambo |
| Mais Bozambo se calte |
| Dans du noir d’ivoire |
| Du bleu de cobalt |
| Il ne m’aura laissé pour éclairer ma jungle |
| Que dix petits croissants: les lunes de ses ongles |
| Bozambo, Bozambo ! |
| Dieu seul sait où il est… |
| Il ne m’aura laissé pour éclairer ma jungle |
| Que dix petits croissants: les lunes de ses ongles |
| Je revisse mes tubes et d’un fin pinceau |
| Je me signe au bas du tableau |
| Une belle peinture mérite le repos |
| Je vais peindre des nus au dodo |
| (translation) |
| I chose some tubes |
| Two or three brushes |
| Today I paint the picture |
| Completed studies |
| Go to work |
| Let's go I attack the painting |
| The horse is prancing, I brush broad strokes |
| A festival of sheaves, a concert of tufted water |
| It makes the hair of the paintbrush stand up |
| A bright path through the forest |
| Lovely snakes frolic in the bush |
| A tiger unfolds with his red robe |
| He roared with happiness and leapt with a leap "(back?) "For from a golden vine, who descends? |
| Bozambo! |
| Bozambo, Bozambo |
| The king of the forest |
| Bozambo, Bozambo |
| It deserves a stop |
| I fiddle with tubes |
| I wipe my brushes |
| By scrutinizing the state of the board |
| I don't usually drop the song |
| Come on, attack Picasso |
| Bozambo the spitting image of my soul |
| This thick forest where tam-tams pulsate |
| Bozambo the Pygmy, but with well-born souls |
| The height does not reach the height of the Pygmies |
| The Greatness of the Pygmies (x2) |
| Bozambo you are beautiful |
| Your little spear |
| And your kidneys fall to damn all the gays |
| Bozambo, Bozambo |
| But Bozambo calms down |
| In ivory black |
| cobalt blue |
| He wouldn't have left me to light up my jungle |
| Only ten little crescents: the moons of her fingernails |
| Bozambo, Bozambo! |
| God only knows where he is... |
| He wouldn't have left me to light up my jungle |
| Only ten little crescents: the moons of her fingernails |
| I rescrew my tubes and with a fine brush |
| I sign myself at the bottom of the painting |
| A beautiful painting deserves rest |
| I will paint nudes at bedtime |