Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mon Amoureux , by - Renaud. Release date: 27.05.2021
Song language: French
Mon Amoureux(original) |
| J’t’en supplie mon Papou si j’ramène un d’ces quatres |
| Mon amoureux chez nous |
| Lui file pas un coup d’boule une mandale un coup d’latte |
| Lui fais pas bouffer des clous |
| Fous pas l’feu à sa mob qui s’ra garée en bas |
| L’appelle pas «Microbe» l’est plus grand qu’toi |
| Lui dit pas qu’il est moche et qu’il a l’ch’veux gras |
| Lui fait pas les poches y fume pas |
| T’en fait pas Papa, mon amoureux tu l’aim’ras |
| Il écoute que Brassens et toi |
| C’est pas un premier de la classe |
| Il est ‘achement plus beau |
| On dirait toi sur tes vieilles photos |
| Tu craignais que j’ramène un p’tit con-Chevignon |
| Il a qu’un gros pull en laine |
| Pas d’boucle d’oreille dans l’nez et même pas d’blouson |
| Il est plutôt normal comme dégaine |
| D’abord c’est obligé qu’tu craques pour mon Manouche |
| Il adore la pluie et le vent |
| Il aime René Fallet et y pêche à la mouche |
| Et en plus il est protestant |
| T’en fait pas, Papa mon amoureux tu l’aim’ras |
| Il a tatoué Guevara sur le bras |
| Question dope pas d’lézard |
| Il est accro qu'à moi |
| Y joue d’la guitare il aime les chats |
| Il est dernier en gym toujours prem' en redac' |
| Y dessine on dirait Hugo Pratt |
| Dans deux ans y veut s’arracher au Niger |
| Bosser pour Médecins sans frontière |
| Te bile pas pour l’armée y veut faire insoumis |
| J’ui ai même dit qu’on l’planqu’rait |
| En virant toutes mes p’luches, mon Marsupilami |
| Y a bien une p’tite place sous mon lit |
| T’en fait pas Papa, mon amoureux tu l’aim’ras |
| Y lit des livres qu’tu comprendrais pas |
| Du sport il en fait pas |
| N’empêche qu’en championnat |
| Il aime que Lens et Marseille comme toi |
| T’en fait pas Papa, mon amoureux tu l’aim’ras |
| Au bras d’fer l’est aussi nul que toi |
| T’en fais pas, tu l’aim’ras |
| Pendant au moins |
| Une semaine ou un mois comme moi |
| (translation) |
| I beg you my Papou if I bring back one of these four |
| My lover at home |
| Don't give him a headbutt a mandal a shot of a latte |
| Don't feed him nails |
| Don't set fire to his mob who will park downstairs |
| Don't call him "Microbe" he's bigger than you |
| Don't tell him he's ugly and has greasy hair |
| Don't pick his pockets, don't smoke |
| Don't worry Dad, my lover you will love him |
| He only listens to Brassens and you |
| It's not top of the class |
| He is much more beautiful |
| Looks like you in your old photos |
| You were afraid that I would bring a little bitch Chevignon |
| He only has a big woolen sweater |
| No earring in the nose and not even a jacket |
| He's pretty normal as he draws |
| First of all, you have to fall for my Manouche |
| He loves the rain and the wind |
| He loves René Fallet and fly-fishing there |
| And besides he is Protestant |
| Don't worry, Daddy my lover, you'll love him |
| He tattooed Guevara on his arm |
| Question dope no lizard |
| He's only addicted to me |
| He plays the guitar he likes cats |
| He is last in gym always first in redac |
| He draws it looks like Hugo Pratt |
| In two years it wants to tear itself away from Niger |
| Work for Doctors Without Borders |
| Don't worry about the army want to make it rebellious |
| I even told him that we would hide him |
| Turning all my stuffed animals, my Marsupilami |
| There's a little place under my bed |
| Don't worry Dad, my lover you will love him |
| He reads books that you wouldn't understand |
| He doesn't do sports |
| However, only in the championship |
| He likes Lens and Marseille like you |
| Don't worry Dad, my lover you will love him |
| At arm wrestling is as bad as you |
| Don't worry, you'll love it |
| For at least |
| A week or a month like me |