Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Granine d'ananar, artist - Léo Ferré.
Date of issue: 29.04.2012
Song language: French
Granine d'ananar(original) |
La vie m’a doubl, c’est pas rgulier |
Pour un pauv' lzard qui vit par hasard |
Dans la socit mais la socit, faut pas s’en mler |
J’suis un type part, une graine d’ananar |
On m’dit qu’j’ai pouss en d’ssous d’un gibet |
O mon grand-papa balanait dj Avec un collier, un collier tress de chanvre, il tait |
Un foutu foulard gueule d’ananar |
J’avais des copains qui mangeaient mon pain |
Car le pain, c’est fait pour tre partag |
Dans notre socit, c’est pas moi qui l’dis mais c’est Jsus-Christ |
Un foutu bavard gueule d’ananar |
Si j’avais des sous, on m’d’manderait «O Les as-tu gagns, sans avoir trim |
Pour la socit?» |
Mais comme j’en ai pas, faut lui dire pourquoi |
C’est jamais peinard, la graine d’ananar |
On m’dit qu’c’est fini, j’vous l’dit comme on l’dit |
Et qu’on me pendra au nom de la loi |
Et d’la socit, d’la belle socit qui s’met s’mler |
De mettre au rancart la graine d’ananar |
Potence d’oubli, l’oiseau fait son nid |
Messieurs les corbeaux passeront ma peau |
Comme l’tamis mais auparavant, j’aurai comme le vent |
Sem quelque part ma graine d’ananar. |
(translation) |
Life passed me by, it's not regular |
For a poor lizard who lives by chance |
In society but society, don't get involved |
I'm a part guy, a pineapple seed |
They tell me that I pushed under a gibbet |
O my grandpa was already swinging With a necklace, a braided hemp necklace, he was |
A damn pineapple scarf |
I had friends who ate my bread |
Because bread is made to be shared |
In our society, it's not me who says it but it's Jesus Christ |
A damn talkative pineapple mouth |
If I had money, they would ask me "Where did you earn them, without having trimmed |
For society?" |
But since I don't have any, you have to tell him why |
It's never cushy, the pineapple seed |
They tell me it's over, I tell you as they say |
And hang me in the name of the law |
And of the society, of the beautiful society which gets involved |
To discard the pineapple seed |
Gallows of oblivion, the bird makes its nest |
Gentlemen crows will pass my skin |
Like the sieve but before, I will have like the wind |
Sow my pineapple seed somewhere. |