Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cow-boy, artist - Etienne Daho. Album song Mythomane, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.11.1981
Record label: Parlophone, Warner Music France
Song language: French
Cow-boy(original) |
Cow-boy, gare son cheval près d’une limousine |
Au fond du parking, prend sa carabine |
Cow-boy, se méfie, se tait, puis d’un coup s’allume |
Et raconte l’histoire, d’un cow-boy de dix ans |
Et si t’en places une, tourne ses yeux clairs, redevient sévère |
Les petits garçons rêvent d’aventures |
Tant de chemins foulés par leurs chaussures |
Cow-boy, sort son flingue à eau, bute les cynoques, casse des quenottes |
Et après sirote Tequila Sunrise, fume des King Size |
Cow-boy, elle se débine, belle mexicaine, te fait de la peine |
Yeux et cheveux d'ébène, jambes et tailles de reine |
A son cœur t’enchaîne, t’as pas eu de veine |
Les petits garçons rêvent d’aventures |
Tant de chemins foulés par leurs chaussures |
Cow-boy reprends ton cheval et ta carabine |
Complet le parking, tourne donc la page de ton livre d’images |
Paysages et voyages, refais tes bagages |
Les petits garçons rêvent de beaux voyages |
Puis dorment du sommeil des enfants sages |
(translation) |
Cowboy, park his horse near a limo |
In the back of the parking lot, take his rifle |
Cowboy, beware, shut up, then suddenly lights up |
And tell the story, of a ten year old cowboy |
And if you put one, turn her clear eyes, get stern again |
Little boys dream of adventures |
So many paths trodden by their shoes |
Cowboy, take out his water gun, kill the cynoques, break the teeth |
And then sip Tequila Sunrise, smoke King Sizes |
Cowboy, she's running away, pretty Mexican, hurting you |
Ebony eyes and hair, queen legs and waists |
You are chained to his heart, you had no luck |
Little boys dream of adventures |
So many paths trodden by their shoes |
Cowboy take back your horse and your rifle |
Complete the parking lot, so turn the page of your picture book |
Landscapes and travels, repack your bags |
Little boys dream of beautiful trips |
Then sleep the sleep of good children |