Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le pantalon , by - Mustang. Song from the album Le Pantalon, in the genre Рок-н-роллRelease date: 03.04.2009
Record label: A RAG
Song language: French
Le pantalon(original) |
| Tous tous tous mes amis |
| Portaient les cheveux longs |
| Des sacs en bandoulières et |
| De larges pantalons |
| Tous tous mes amis |
| Chantaient des chansons |
| Con-contestataires |
| À des manifestations |
| J’ai longtemps supporté |
| Leurs élans de passion |
| Oui j’ai longtemps bêlé bêlé |
| Avec les moutons |
| Mais je me suis lassé |
| De leurs conversations |
| Trop cul-cul la praline et |
| Des mauvaises chansons |
| Tous tous tous mes amis |
| Portaient les cheveux longs |
| Des sacs en bandoulières et |
| De larges pantalons |
| Mais moi, je je me suis coiffé |
| Les cheveux en arrière |
| Et rentré ma chemise |
| Dedans dans mon pantalon |
| Tous tous mes vieux amis |
| Me traitent de con |
| De vendu, de fasciste, mais j’ai |
| Retrouvé la raison |
| J’ai déserté les rangs |
| De la Révolution |
| Et je serre les dents quand |
| Ils chantent leurs chansons |
| À mon pro-propre père |
| Je fais une réflexion |
| Lorsque sa chemise |
| Dép-dépasse du pantalon |
| Moi qui avais bêlé |
| Autant avec les moutons |
| Aujourd’hui je hurle |
| Avec les loups c’est con |
| Mais mes, mais mes nouveaux amis |
| Fils de notaires ou de patrons |
| M’aiment bien et me disent |
| Que j’en ai dans le pantalon |
| Dans le pantalon |
| Dans le pantalon |
| Dans le pantalon |
| Dans le pantalon |
| (translation) |
| All all all my friends |
| Wore long hair |
| Shoulder bags and |
| Wide pants |
| All all my friends |
| Were singing songs |
| Con-protesters |
| At demonstrations |
| I have endured for a long time |
| Their outbursts of passion |
| Yes I bleated for a long time |
| with the sheep |
| But I got tired |
| From their conversations |
| Too ass-ass the praline and |
| bad songs |
| All all all my friends |
| Wore long hair |
| Shoulder bags and |
| Wide pants |
| But me, I did my hair |
| hair back |
| And tucked in my shirt |
| Inside in my pants |
| All all my old friends |
| call me a jerk |
| Sold out, fascist, but I |
| Found sanity |
| I deserted the ranks |
| Of the Revolution |
| And I grit my teeth when |
| They sing their songs |
| To my own father |
| I make a reflection |
| When his shirt |
| Dep-protrudes from the pants |
| Me who had bleated |
| As much with the sheep |
| Today I scream |
| With wolves it's stupid |
| But my, but my new friends |
| Sons of notaries or patrons |
| like me and tell me |
| That I have in the pants |
| In the pants |
| In the pants |
| In the pants |
| In the pants |