Lyrics of Ma Nouvelle Orléans - Eddy Mitchell, Dr. John

Ma Nouvelle Orléans (original)

Violent, angoissant, cruel, inhumain
Portant pourtant, un joli prnom fminin
L’ouragan Katrina noie mon Jambalaya
Le bayou sera toujours blue
Ma Nouvelle-Orlans, berceau du blues enfant
Dieu semble t’avoir blesse, oublie et ddaigne
Je parle du Dieu argent, du dollar frmissant
Des promesses du Texan, menteur mais pourtant prsident
Le quartier franais n’est plus ce qu’il tait
Les plantations en Louisiane sentent moins bon
Mais le crole n’oublie pas de fter le mardi gras
Cajun, a sera mieux demain
Ma Nouvelle-Orlans, des vautours viennent souvent
Touristes, voyeurs en manque des sensations dplaces
Ils viennent te voir pleurer, regretter le pass
Ils payent la demande, la belle histoire du Dixieland
Ma Nouvelle-Orlans, berceau du blues enfant
Dieu semble t’avoir blesse, oublie et ddaigne
Je parle du Dieu argent, du dollar trbuchant
Des promesses du Texan, menteur mais pourtant prsident.

(translation)

Violent, scary, cruel, inhuman
Yet bearing a pretty feminine first name
Hurricane Katrina drowns my Jambalaya
The bayou will always be blue
My New Orleans, cradle of child blues
God seems to have hurt you, forget and disdain
I'm talking about the money god, the quivering dollar
Of the promises of the Texan, liar but nevertheless president
The French Quarter is no longer what it used to be
Plantations in Louisiana smell worse
But the crole don't forget to celebrate Mardi Gras
Cajun, it will be better tomorrow
My New Orleans, vultures often come
Tourists, voyeurs in need of out of place sensations
They come to see you cry, regret the past
They pay the demand, the great story of Dixieland
My New Orleans, cradle of child blues
God seems to have hurt you, forget and disdain
I'm talking about the money god, the stumbling dollar
Promises of the Texan, liar but nevertheless president.