Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chronique pour l'an 2000 , by - Eddy Mitchell. Song from the album Seul, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 31.12.2010
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Chronique pour l'an 2000(original) |
| Peuple de l’an 2000 |
| Je viens, braves gens |
| De la nuit des temps |
| Parler d’un passé |
| Peut-être oublié |
| Mais très excitant |
| Les hommes sur la Terre |
| S’aimaient comme des frères |
| Et leur seul but sacré |
| S’appelait tiercé |
| Qu’ils répudiaient parfois |
| Pour un beau porte-clés |
| C’est au milieu |
| De cette joie tranquille |
| Que se déclencha |
| La grande bataille |
| Qu’on appela terrible |
| Et qui opposa |
| Deux de nos idoles |
| Nommées dans le vent |
| Qui pour une mèche de cheveux |
| Aux poudres mirent le feu |
| Partageant la planète |
| En deux clans très curieux |
| Beatniks et antis |
| Tels étaient leurs slogans |
| Guitares et ciseaux |
| Leurs seules armes |
| Du moment |
| Moi qui n'était que bon enfant |
| Je fus nommé sur le champ |
| Arbitre pour ce match sanglant |
| Rejetant mes conseils |
| Maintes fois prodigués |
| La lutte a continué |
| Ils préféraient se battre |
| Refusant de penser |
| Que venant les années |
| A quarante ans leurs crânes |
| Seraient désertés |
| Mais ils me rétorquaient: |
| «Toi reste dans ton coin |
| Et laisse-nous profiter |
| De cette publicité» |
| Beatniks et antis |
| Tels étaient leurs slogans |
| Guitares et ciseaux |
| Leurs seules armes |
| Du moment |
| Les Casques Bleus furent débordés |
| Les lois de la guerre renversées |
| Oui, le Monde fut bouleversé |
| La morale de cette chronique |
| Est simple à constater: |
| Les cheveux sont ingrats |
| A quoi bon les chanter? |
| Braves gens de l’An 2000 |
| Je ne vous souhaite pas |
| Cette guerre civile |
| Terrible qui un jour nous arriva ! |
| (translation) |
| People of the year 2000 |
| I'm coming, good people |
| From the dawn of time |
| Talk about a past |
| maybe forgot |
| But very exciting |
| Men on Earth |
| loved each other like brothers |
| And their only sacred purpose |
| Was called tiercé |
| That they sometimes repudiated |
| For a beautiful key ring |
| It's in the middle |
| Of this quiet joy |
| What was triggered |
| The Great Battle |
| which was called terrible |
| And who opposed |
| Two of our idols |
| Named in the Wind |
| Who for a lock of hair |
| To the powders set fire |
| Sharing the planet |
| In two very curious clans |
| Beatniks and Antis |
| These were their slogans |
| Guitars and scissors |
| Their only weapons |
| From the moment |
| I who was only a good child |
| I was appointed on the spot |
| Referee for this bloody match |
| Rejecting my advice |
| many times given |
| The struggle continued |
| They preferred to fight |
| refusing to think |
| As the years come |
| At forty their skulls |
| would be deserted |
| But they answered me: |
| "You stay in your corner |
| And let us enjoy |
| From this ad" |
| Beatniks and Antis |
| These were their slogans |
| Guitars and scissors |
| Their only weapons |
| From the moment |
| The Blue Helmets were overwhelmed |
| The laws of war overturned |
| Yes, the world was turned upside down |
| The moral of this column |
| Is easy to see: |
| The hair is ungrateful |
| Why sing them? |
| Good people of the year 2000 |
| I don't wish you |
| This civil war |
| Terrible that one day happened to us! |