Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La bataille du sucre , by - Lexton SuperbRelease date: 31.12.2005
Song language: French
La bataille du sucre(original) |
| Le conteur: |
| …C'était en 2015 et Noël approchait… |
| Et comme en 1515, les enfants attendaient… |
| Le problème était là, bien fier devant nos portes… |
| Nous étions blêmes et las devant le Grand Cloporte… |
| N’y avait plus de sucre, la Terre n’en donnait plus |
| L’avait creusé sépulcre et ne répondait plus! |
| Le beau: |
| «A prix d’or, Sœur Saccharine vendait ses prières…» |
| Le niais: |
| «Oui mais alors, plus rien ne sert de racler la pierre!» |
| Le conteur: |
| …C'était en 2015 et Noël approchait… |
| Et comme en 1515, les enfants attendaient… |
| Et les heures qui filaient, aussi promptes que l’oiseau |
| Et les chiens qui crevaient à renifler de l’eau… |
| N’y avait plus de sel, la Terre n’en donnait plus |
| Pour faire du sucre on prit du sel… |
| 2014… ou 13?.. Je ne sais plus! |
| L’enfant: |
| «Et le béton toujours vainqueur |
| Semait tristesse sur notre atoll |
| Faisant valser nos cœurs-moteurs |
| En une morne farandole…» |
| Le conteur: |
| …C'était en 2015 et Noël arriva |
| Ce fut un 2015 pour les enfants sans joie… |
| Devant leurs verts sapins aux branchages plastiques… |
| Comme des santons-pantins en serviettes périodiques |
| Leurs visages grisaillèrent, leurs yeux devinrent néons |
| Ils auraient fait la guerre pour sucer un bonbon! |
| …Les enfants s'éteignirent, un à un, en pleurant |
| Rendirent dernier soupir, devinrent beaux comme avant! |
| …Indifférents et délaissant le drame |
| Les parents assoiffés léchèrent les larmes |
| De leurs enfants frustrés |
| Pourquoi, me direz-vous?! |
| Parce qu’elles étaient sucrées… |
| (translation) |
| The storyteller: |
| …It was 2015 and Christmas was coming… |
| And just like in 1515, the children were waiting... |
| The problem was there, proudly outside our doors... |
| We were pale and weary in front of the Great Woodlouse... |
| There was no more sugar, the Earth gave no more |
| Had dug him grave and answered no more! |
| The beautiful: |
| "For gold, Sister Saccharine sold her prayers..." |
| The simpleton: |
| "Yes, but then there's no point in scraping the stone anymore!" |
| The storyteller: |
| …It was 2015 and Christmas was coming… |
| And just like in 1515, the children were waiting... |
| And the hours that flew by, swift as the bird |
| And the dogs that died from sniffing water... |
| There was no more salt, the Earth gave no more |
| To make sugar they took salt... |
| 2014... or 13?... I don't know! |
| The child: |
| "And the concrete always wins |
| Sowed sadness on our atoll |
| Spinning our engine hearts |
| In a gloomy farandole..." |
| The storyteller: |
| …It was 2015 and Christmas came |
| It was a 2015 for joyless kids... |
| In front of their green fir trees with plastic branches... |
| Like puppets in periodical napkins |
| Their faces turned grey, their eyes turned neon |
| They would have gone to war to suck on a candy! |
| …The children passed away, one by one, crying |
| Breathed their last, became beautiful as before! |
| …Indifferent and forsaking the drama |
| Thirsty parents licked the tears |
| Of their frustrated children |
| Why, will you tell me?! |
| Because they were sweet... |