Lyrics of Tommy - Lasco

Tommy (original)

Le papa de Tommy bossait d’vingts deux heures à dix, la journée, il fumait,
il avait pas l’coeur à rire
Quand Tommy lui d’mandait :"Papa, elle où maman ?"
Lui, il pointait le ciel, les étoiles, le firmament
Alors Tommy dormait pas, toujours penché à s’fenêtre
Le jour, la maîtresse le gronde parce qu’il en fait qu'à sa tête,
il fait aucuns efforts, les mêmes erreurs en boucle
Il voudrait qu’sa mère le voit car c’est le meilleur au foot
Les gars du hall le connaissent bien, c’est l’petit qui est l’plus tard dehors
Son vieux survêt' tout troué, en dit en long sur sa garde-robe
C’est Puck le gérant du four, l’avait pris sous son aile, au moins un kebab par
jour, un ballon d’foot pour Noël
Et quand il était trop tard, il le forcait à rentrer, il lui disait qu’le
trottoir, ça mets nos frères en danger
Alors Tommy remontait, son père le calculait pas, il filmait dans sa chambre,
pour y contempler les astres
Il regarde les étoiles de la f’nêtre de son block, il y a beaucoup d'étoiles
qui se perdent dans les blocks
Tout s’accélère, le calme se perd, Sauvage fait crier le fer, boom boom
Il avait tiré malgré lui, Sauvage abasourdit le vit tomber sans un bruit,
quel triste jour qu’aujourd’hui
Un cercle de sang apparaissait sur le survêtement de Tommy
La balle lui troua le coeur, pourtant Tommy souriait
Et pas d’un sourire amer, c’est qu’enfin il savait qu’il allait rejoindre sa
mère
La balle lui troua le coeur, pourtant Tommy souriait
Et pas d’un sourire amer, c’est qu’enfin il savait qu’il allait rejoindre sa
mère
Il regarde les étoiles de la f’nêtre de son block, il y a beaucoup d'étoiles
qui se perdent dans les blocks
Il regarde les étoiles de la f’nêtre de son block, Tommy n’est qu’une étoile
égarée dans le block

(translation)

Tommy's dad worked from 10 p.m. to ten, the day he smoked,
he didn't feel like laughing
When Tommy asked him: "Dad, she where mom?"
He was pointing at the sky, the stars, the firmament
So Tommy wasn't sleeping, still leaning out the window
During the day, the mistress scolds him because he does as he pleases,
he makes no effort, same mistakes over and over
He would like his mother to see him because he is the best in football
The guys in the hall know him well, he's the little one who's out the latest
His old tracksuit with holes in it says a lot about his wardrobe
It's Puck the manager of the oven, had taken him under his wing, at least a kebab per
day, a soccer ball for Christmas
And when it was too late, he forced him to go home, he told him that the
sidewalk, it puts our brothers in danger
So Tommy was coming up, his dad didn't calculate it, he was filming in his room,
to contemplate the stars
He looks at the stars from the window of his block, there are many stars
who get lost in the blocks
Everything is accelerating, the calm is lost, Sauvage makes the iron scream, boom boom
He had fired in spite of himself, Sauvage stunned saw him fall without a sound,
what a sad day today
A circle of blood appeared on Tommy's tracksuit
The bullet pierced his heart, yet Tommy smiled
And not with a bitter smile, it was that at last he knew he was going to join his
mother
The bullet pierced his heart, yet Tommy smiled
And not with a bitter smile, it was that at last he knew he was going to join his
mother
He looks at the stars from the window of his block, there are many stars
who get lost in the blocks
He looks at the stars from his block window, Tommy is just a star
lost in the block