Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les copains d'abord , by - Maxime Le Forestier. Release date: 01.04.2021
Song language: French
Les copains d'abord(original) |
| Non, ce n'était pas le radeau |
| De la Méduse, ce bateau |
| Qu’on se le dise au fond des ports |
| Dise au fond des ports |
| Il naviguait en pèr' peinard |
| Sur la grand-mare des canards |
| Et s’app’lait les Copains d’abord |
| Les Copains d’abord |
| Ses fluctuat nec mergitur |
| C'était pas d’la litterature |
| N’en déplaise aux jeteurs de sort |
| Aux jeteurs de sort |
| Son capitaine et ses mat’lots |
| N'étaient pas des enfants d’salauds |
| Mais des amis franco de port |
| Des copains d’abord |
| C'étaient pas des amis de luxe |
| Des petits Castor et Pollux |
| Des gens de Sodome et Gomorrhe |
| Sodome et Gomorrhe |
| C'étaient pas des amis choisis |
| Par Montaigne et La Boetie |
| Sur le ventre ils se tapaient fort |
| Les copains d’abord |
| C'étaient pas des anges non plus |
| L'Évangile, ils l’avaient pas lu |
| Mais ils s’aimaient tout’s voil’s dehors |
| Tout’s voil’s dehors |
| Jean, Pierre, Paul et compagnie |
| C'était leur seule litanie |
| Leur Credo, leur Confiteor |
| Aux copains d’abord |
| Au moindre coup de Trafalgar |
| C’est l’amitié qui prenait l’quart |
| C’est elle qui leur montrait le nord |
| Leur montrait le nord |
| Et quand ils étaient en détresse |
| Qu’leurs bras lancaient des S.O.S |
| On aurait dit les sémaphores |
| Les copains d’abord |
| Au rendez-vous des bons copains |
| Y avait pas souvent de lapins |
| Quand l’un d’entre eux manquait a bord |
| C’est qu’il était mort |
| Oui, mais jamais, au grand jamais |
| Son trou dans l’eau n’se refermait |
| Cent ans après, coquin de sort |
| Il manquait encore |
| Des bateaux j’en ai pris beaucoup |
| Mais le seul qu’ait tenu le coup |
| Qui n’ai jamais viré de bord |
| Mais viré de bord |
| Naviguait en père peinard |
| Sur la grand-mare des canards |
| Et s’app’lait les Copains d’abord |
| Les Copains d’abord |
| (translation) |
| No, it wasn't the raft |
| From the Medusa, this boat |
| Let it be said at the bottom of the ports |
| Say at the bottom of the ports |
| He sailed like a cushy father |
| On the Great Duck Pond |
| And it was called Les Copains d'abord |
| Friends first |
| Its fluctuat nec mergitur |
| It wasn't literature |
| No offense to the spellcasters |
| To the spellcasters |
| Her captain and sailors |
| Were not children of bastards |
| But friends free of charge |
| Friends first |
| They weren't luxury friends |
| Little Beaver and Pollux |
| People from Sodom and Gomorrah |
| Sodom and Gomorrah |
| They weren't chosen friends |
| By Montaigne and La Boetie |
| On the stomach they hit each other hard |
| Friends first |
| They weren't angels either |
| The Gospel, they hadn't read it |
| But they loved each other out there |
| It's all out |
| John, Peter, Paul and Company |
| It was their only litany |
| Their Credo, their Confiteor |
| Friends first |
| At the slightest shot of Trafalgar |
| It's the friendship that took the quarter |
| She was the one who showed them the north |
| Showed them north |
| And when they were in distress |
| That their arms were throwing S.O.S |
| It looked like the semaphores |
| Friends first |
| Meet Good Friends |
| There weren't often rabbits |
| When one of them was missing on board |
| It was that he was dead |
| Yes, but never, ever |
| Her hole in the water never closed |
| A hundred years later, rascal of fate |
| It was still missing |
| Boats I've taken many |
| But the only one that held out |
| Who never veered |
| But turned around |
| Sailed like a cushy father |
| On the Great Duck Pond |
| And it was called Les Copains d'abord |
| Friends first |