Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vieille canaille , by - Eddy Mitchell. Song from the album La même tribu, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 24.05.2018
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Vieille canaille(original) |
| J’s’rai content quand tu s’ras mort |
| Vieille Canaille |
| J’s’rai content quand tu s’ras mort |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Tu ne perds rien pour attendre |
| Je sau — rai bien te descendre |
| J’s’rai content d’avoir ta peau |
| Vieux Chameau |
| Je t’ai r'çu à bras ouverts |
| Vieill' Canaille |
| T’avais toujours ton couvert |
| Vieill' Canaille |
| T’as brûlé tous mes tapis |
| Tu t’es couché dans mon lit |
| Et t’as bu tout mon porto |
| Vieux Chameau |
| Puis j’t’ai présenté ma femme |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Puis j’t’ai présenté ma femme |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Tu y a fait du baratin |
| Tu l’embrassais dans les coins |
| Dès que j’avais tourné l’dos |
| Vieux Chameau |
| Puis t’es parti avec elle |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Puis t’es parti avec elle |
| Vieille Canaille |
| En emportant la vaisselle |
| Le dessous d’lit en dentelle |
| L’argent’rie et les rideaux |
| Vieux Chameau |
| Mais j’ai sorti mon fusil |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Mais j’ai sorti mon fusil |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Et quand j’te tiendrai au bout |
| Je rigol’rai un bon coup |
| Et j’t’aurai vite refroidi |
| Vieux Bandit |
| On te mettra dans un' tombe |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Et moi j’irai faire la bombe |
| Vieille Canaille |
| À coups de p’tits verr’s d’eau-d'vie |
| La plus bell' cuit' de ma vie |
| Sera pour tes funérailles |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Vieille Canaille |
| Vieux Chameau |
| (translation) |
| I'll be happy when you're dead |
| Old Scoundrel |
| I'll be happy when you're dead |
| Old Scoundrel |
| You lose nothing for waiting |
| I know — would love to take you down |
| I'll be happy to have your skin |
| Old Camel |
| I received you with open arms |
| Old Scoundrel |
| You always had your cover |
| Old Scoundrel |
| You burned all my carpets |
| You slept in my bed |
| And you drank all my port |
| Old Camel |
| Then I introduced you to my wife |
| Old Scoundrel |
| Then I introduced you to my wife |
| Old Scoundrel |
| You made some spiel there |
| You kissed her in the corners |
| As soon as I had turned my back |
| Old Camel |
| Then you left with her |
| Old Scoundrel |
| Then you left with her |
| Old Scoundrel |
| Taking away the dishes |
| The lace underbed |
| The silverware and the curtains |
| Old Camel |
| But I pulled out my gun |
| Old Scoundrel |
| But I pulled out my gun |
| Old Scoundrel |
| And when I hold you down |
| I'll have a good laugh |
| And I'll quickly cool you down |
| Old Bandit |
| We'll put you in a grave |
| Old Scoundrel |
| And I'll go bomb |
| Old Scoundrel |
| With little shots of brandy |
| The most beautiful cooked of my life |
| Will be for your funeral |
| Old Scoundrel |
| Old Scoundrel |
| Old Camel |