Translation of the song lyrics Stewball - Marcel et son Orchestre

Stewball (original)

On n'était pas copain
C'était juste un voisin
Nos mères se connaissaient
Alors on se voyait
Tout l’temps y v’nait sonner
Disait «copain y joue ?»
Il nous suivait partout
On s’cachait pour l’semer
Il était faible et mou
Aurait tendu l’aut’joue
C’est donc lui qui prenait
Quand les grands nous tapaient
Il pleurait à sa mère
Elle venait voir la mienne
Je devais m’excuser
Je pensais j’me vengerai
Se lla maba Podevin (Il s’appelait Podevin)
Lo lla maban podebrin (On l’appelait podebrin)
Nunca tuvo suerte (Il a jamais eu d’bol)
Lo lla maban Stewball (On l’appelait Stewball)
On rentrait pas chez lui
On restait dans l’entrée
L'était pas dégourdi
Sa mère f’sait ses lacets
Puis c'était con chez lui
Z’allaient pas au salon
Sauf quand ils recevaient
Pour les grandes occasions
Il était tellement chiant
Qu’on devenaient méchants
On baissait son survêt'
On tirait sa quéquette
L'était mauvais au foot
C'était vraiment un’croute
On tirait des boulets
On visait dans son nez
Sur toutes ses affaires
Il écrivait son nom
Et ça nous énervait
Alors on lui cassait
Un jour même qu’il est mort
Ca m’a même pas rien fait
J’ai fait semblant de pleurer
Parce que quand même

Stewball (translation)

We were not friends
He was just a neighbor
Our mothers knew each other
So we were seeing each other
All the time there came to ring
Said "boyfriend plays it?"
He followed us everywhere
We were hiding to sow it
He was weak and soft
would have held out the other
So it was he who took
When the grown-ups hit us
He cried to his mother
She came to see mine
I had to apologize
I thought I'd get revenge
Sella maba Podevin (His name was Podevin)
Lolla maban podebrin (We called him podebrin)
Nunca tuvo suerte (He was never lucky)
Lolla maban Stewball (We called him Stewball)
We weren't going home
We stayed in the hallway
Wasn't smart
Her mother ties her shoelaces
Then it was stupid at home
Were not going to the living room
Except when they received
For special occasions
He was so annoying
That we were getting mean
We were dropping his tracksuit
We pulled his dick
L was bad at soccer
It was really a crust
We were shooting cannonballs
We were aiming in his nose
On all his business
He wrote his name
And it pissed us off
So we broke him
One day he died
It didn't even bother me
I pretended to cry
Because anyway