Translation of the song lyrics Le Mime - Lynda Lemay

Le Mime (original)

J’cultivais des tas d’espoirs
Des enseignants are?
Put?
S Qui donnent la soif de savoir
Une grande universit?
Pour une ma?
Trise en histoire
Avec ses capacit?
S Il serait entr?
Haut la main
Dans l’domaine de la sant?
Avec ses doigts d’chirurgien
Il aurait pu tout apprendre
Finir dipl?
M?
En droits
Parler courement dix langues
Et puis plaider en Chinois
Costume noir ou sarreau blanc
Il aurait eu de la classe
Mon prodige, mon enfant
Mais h?
Las…
Mon fils est un mime
Il s’peinture la face
Il fait des p’tits signes
Aux pi?
Tons qui passent
Il s’met des collants
Qui lui moulent la chose
Il s’met des gants blancs
Pour offrir des roses… Imaginaires
Il sourit dans l’vide
Comme s’il?
Tait fi?
Are
D’avoir l’air stupide
Et d’savoir se taire
Il veut s’faire aimer
Avec sa d?
Marche
De pigeon manqu?
Il descend des marches… Imaginaires
Mon fils est un mime
Un croisement bizare
Entre Charlie Chaplin
Et une olive noire… D?
Noyaut?
E Il fait semblant qu’il est pris
Dans une boite qui are?
Tr?
Ci Ses doigts d’chirurgien rat?
Ne lui servent qu'?
T?
Ter
Ces petits murs transparents
Qu’il pousse et pousse?
Plein gants
Dans son spectacle gratuit
Que personne n’applaudi
En plein festival d'?
T?
Quand la rue est noire de monde
Y’a p'?
Tre pas d’son m?
Tier
Mais y’a d’son (fiston?) par contre
Costume noir au sarreau blanc
Il aurait eu de la classe
Mon prodige, mon enfant
Mais h?
Las…
Mon fils est un mime
Expert en mimiques
Mon fils est un digne
Emmerdeur publique
Trop con pour?
Tre clown
Fallait qu’il l’soit moins
Il fait m?
Me pas d’chiens
Avec des balloons
Il est juste heureux
De servir?
Rien
D'?
Tre silencieux
D'?
Tre dans l’chemin
Si l’ridicul tuait
Et ben mon pauv' gar?
On
(Il)La t?
Terait pour vrai
Sa boite?
La con
Je sais pas si?
A s’gu?
Ri Mais j’ai comme l’intuition
Que les mimes sont pas admis
Chez les psys de toute fa?
On On fait pasdes th?
Rapies
En s’taisant?
L’unisson
Il s’pourrait m?
Me que les psys
Courent un risque de d?
Pression
Devant ces Pierrots d’malheur
Qui cumulent les (???)
Qui s’culottent comme Mike Jagger
Mais qui ont l’talent d’un betterave…?
Queut?
E Mon fils est un mime,
Un autodidact
Dans sa discipline
Il fait le mounouak (?)
Il s’maquille en blanc
Comme Michael Jackson
Et amuse les enfants comme… Comme un singe qui s’gratte
Il marche?
Quattre pattes
Il marche contre le vent
Il devient galant
Il ouvre des porti?
Res toutes imaginaires
Il nettoie des vitres
Et tout le monde l'?
Vite
Vlan?!
La poubelle!
Son?
Ducation
Mon fils est formel
C’est?
A sa passion
Il est convaincu
Qu’il are?
Pend l’bonheur
Quand il distribue
Ses gerbes de fleurs… Imaginaires
Et dire qu’il avait
Tous les prix requis
Tout ce qu’il fallait
Pour s’faire des amis
Avoir une famille,
Avoir du succ?
S,
Une voiture qui brille,
Un beau grand chalet
S’il m’avait dit:
«J'suis l’propri?
Taire
D’un p’tite?
Picerie»
Ben, j’aurais?
T?
Fi?
Re Oui,?
La limite
M?
Me si c'?
Tait p’tit
Pis m?
Me en faillite
J’aurais tout compris
Mais, mon fils est un mime
Faut que j’m’en are?
Jouisse
Bon c’est l?
Gitime
Y’a jamais d’police
Qui arr?
Te les mimes
Ils sont sans malice
Tout ces petits mimes
Qui naissent et subsistent
J’ai beau me are?
Volter
Crier au supplice
C’est toujours le mime
Qui a le dernier mot
M?
Me si il est muet
M?
Me si il est idiot
Peut-?
Tre par respect
Pour Papa Marceau
Mon fils est un mime
Aidez-moi quelqu’un
Je suis orpheline
De mon fils d?
Funt
Il s'?
Trangle lui-m?
Me Comme un schizophr?
Ne Ses muscles se tordent
Il s’pend?
Une corde… Imaginaire
J’avais mis d’l’argent d’c?
T?
Pour ses?
Tudes avanc?
Es
J’avais tout?
Lui souhaiter
C'?
Tait un gamin dou?
Tout?
L’heure j’l’ai vu s’pointer
Habill?
En?
Tre humain
Bien plant?
Dans d’vrais souliers
Il m’a d’mand?
Un coup d’main
Et la j’me suis dit:
«?
A y est,
Il veut devenir pharmacien»
Mon prodige are?
Ssucitait
J’lui offrais tout mon soutient
Il m’a dit: «Maman je sais,
Qui a d’l’argent qui me revient
Si tu me le permettais
Je pourrais fonder enfin…
Une?
Cole de mimes
De mimes en s?
Rie
J’ai vu tous ces mimes
Qui se multiplient
Je voulais dire non
J’crois que j’ai dit oui
C'?
Tait mon gar?
On,
C'?
Tait mon petit
Donc quand vous verrez
Des mimes en vigueur
Dans l’courant d’l'?
T?
Vous offrir des fleurs… Imaginaires
Et ben vous saurez
Que c’est mon erreur
J’ai subventionn?
Tous ces emmerdeurs
Qui m’exasp?
Rent
Alors qu’en bonne m?
Re
C’que j’aurais du faire
Pour?
Tre solidaire
Avec mon comic
C’est d’me comporter
En mime autentique
Et puis lui r’filer
Un gros paquet d’fric… Imaginaire
(Merci? Georges pour cettes paroles)

(translation)

I cultivated heaps of hopes
Teachers are?
What?
S Which make you thirst for knowledge
A big university?
For a ma?
Tries in history
With his abilities
If He would have entered?
Easily
In the field of health?
With his surgeon's fingers
He could have learned everything
Finish a diploma?
M?
Locations
Speak ten languages ​​fluently
And then plead in Chinese
Black suit or white smock
He would have had class
My prodigy, my child
But hey?
The ace…
My son is a mime
He paints his face
He makes little signs
At feet
passing tones
He puts on tights
Who mold him the thing
He puts on white gloves
To offer roses… imaginary
He smiles into the void
As if he?
Was it?
Are
To look stupid
And to know how to be silent
He wants to be loved
With his d?
Walk
Missing pigeon?
He comes down stairs... Imaginary
My son is a mime
A weird crossing
Between Charlie Chaplin
And a black olive... D?
Core?
E He pretends he's taken
In a box that are?
Tr?
Here His rat surgeon fingers?
Only serve him?
T?
Ter
These little transparent walls
That he pushes and pushes?
full gloves
In his free show
that no one applauds
In full festival of?
T?
When the street is crowded
There's no?
Tre pas d’son m?
Tier
But there's his (son?) on the other hand
Black suit with white lab coat
He would have had class
My prodigy, my child
But hey?
The ace…
My son is a mime
Mimicry Expert
My son is worthy
Public pain in the ass
Too dumb for?
be a clown
It should be less
It makes me
Me no dogs
With balloons
He's just happy
To serve?
Nothing
From?
very quiet
From?
Get in the way
If the ridiculous killed
Well my poor guy?
We
(He)The t?
Would be for real
His box?
The con
I don't know if?
A s'gu?
Ri But I have like intuition
That mimes are not allowed
In shrinks of all kinds?
We don't do tea?
rapies
By keeping quiet?
unison
It could be m?
Me than shrinks
Are at risk of d?
Pressure
In front of these Pierrots of misfortune
Who accumulate the (???)
Who wear panties like Mike Jagger
But who has the talent of a beet…?
What?
E My son is a mime,
An autodidact
In his discipline
He does the mounouak (?)
He wears white makeup
Like Michael Jackson
And amuse the children like... Like a scratching monkey
He walks?
four legs
He walks against the wind
He becomes gallant
Does he open doors?
Res all imaginary
He cleans windows
And everyone the?
Quick
Wham?!
The bin!
His?
Education
My son is formal
It is?
To his passion
He's convinced
What are they?
Happiness hangs
When he distributes
Her sprays of flowers... Imaginary
And say he had
All prices required
Everything you need
To make friends
To have a family,
Have success?
S,
A shining car,
A beautiful large chalet
If he had told me:
"Am I the owner?
To hush up
From a kid?
Grocery»
Well, would I?
T?
fi?
Re Yes,?
The limit
M?
Me if it?
Be little
Worse m?
Bankrupt me
I would have understood everything
But, my son is a mime
Should I be away?
Enjoy
Well this is it
Gitime
There's never any police
Who arr?
You mimes
They are harmless
All these little mimes
Who are born and remain
I'm fine?
Volter
Cry out
It's always the mime
Who has the last word
M?
Me if he's mute
M?
Me if he's stupid
May-?
Tre out of respect
For Papa Marceau
My son is a mime
help me someone
I am an orphan
Of my son from
funt
They'?
Trangle himself
Me like a schizophr?
Don't His muscles twist
He hangs himself?
A rope… imaginary
I had put some money in?
T?
For his?
Advanced studies?
Is
I had everything?
wish him
VS'?
Was a sweet kid?
All?
The time I saw him show up
Dressed?
In?
very human
Well planted?
In real shoes
He asks me?
A helping hand
And I said to myself:
“?
There it is,
He wants to become a pharmacist"
My prodigy are?
aroused
I offered him all my support
He said to me, "Mom I know,
Who's got money coming back to me
If you would let me
I could finally found...
A?
School of mimes
From mimes to s?
Laugh
I saw all these mimes
Which multiply
I meant no
I think I said yes
VS'?
Was it my guy?
We,
VS'?
Shut up my baby
So when you see
Mimes in force
In the course of the?
T?
Give you flowers… Imaginary
Well you will know
It's my mistake
I subsidized?
All these pain in the ass
Who pisses me off?
Rent
So what in good m?
D
What I should have done
For?
Be supportive
With my comic
It's to behave
In authentic mime
And then give him
A big bundle of money… Imaginary
(Thank you? George for these lyrics)