Lyrics of P'tite Conne - Renaud

P'tite Conne (original)

Tu m’excus’ras, mignonne
d’avoir pas pu marcher
derrire les couronnes
de tes amis branchs
parce que ton dealer
tait peut-tre l,
parmi ces gens en pleurs
qui parlaient de toi
en regardant leurs montres,
en se plaignant du froid,
en assumant la honte
de t’avoir pousse l…
P’tite conne
tu leur en veux mme pas
tu sais que ces charognes
sont bien plus morts que toi…
Tu frquentais un monde
d’imbciles mondains
o cette poudre immonde
se consomme au matin,
o le fric autorise
se croire l’abri
et de la cour d’assises
et de notre mpris
que ton triste univers
nous inspirait, malins
en sirotant nos bires
ou en fumant nos joints…
P’tite conne
Tu rvais de Byzance
Mais c’tait la Pologne
jusque dans tes silences…
On se connaissait pas
aussi tu me pardonnes,
j’ai pas chial quand t’as
cass ta pipe d’opium,
J’ai pens l’enfer
d’un tlphone qui crie
pour rveiller ta mre
au milieu de la nuit.
J’aurais voulu lui dire
que c’tait pas ta faute
qu’pas vouloir vieillir
on meurt avant les autres…
P’tite conne
Tu voulais pas mrir,
Tu tombes avant l’automne
Juste avant de fleurir…
Mais t’aurais-je connu
que a n’et rien chang,
petite enfant perdue
m’aurais-tu accept?
Moi j’aime le soleil
tout autant que la pluie
et quand je me rveille
et que je suis en vie
C’est tout ce qui m’importe,
bien plus que le bonheur
qui est affaire de mdiocres
et qui use le coeur…
P’tite conne
c’est oublier que toi
t’tais l pour personne
et que personne lt l…
Tu m’excus’ras, mignonne,
d’avoir pas pu pleurer
en suivant les couronnes,
de tes amis branchs,
parce que ton dealer
tait peut-tre l respirer ces fleurs
que tu n’aimerais pas,
recompter ces roses
qu’il a pay au prix
de ta dernire dose
et de ton demier cri…
P’tite conne
allez, repose-toi
tout prs de Morisson
et pas trop loin de moi…

(translation)

Excuse me, cute
for not being able to walk
behind the crowns
of your trendy friends
because your dealer
maybe was there,
among these weeping people
who were talking about you
looking at their watches,
complaining of the cold,
assuming the shame
for pushing you...
little bitch
you don't even blame them
you know those carrions
are much more dead than you...
You frequented a world
worldly fools
o this filthy powder
is consumed in the morning,
where money allows
feel safe
and assize court
and our contempt
that your sad universe
inspired us, clever
sipping our beers
or smoking our joints...
little bitch
You were from Byzantium
But that was Poland
even in your silences...
We didn't know each other
also you forgive me,
I don't care when you have
break your opium pipe,
I thought hell
of a telephone that shouts
to wake up your mother
in the middle of the night.
I wanted to tell him
it wasn't your fault
that you don't want to grow old
one dies before the others...
little bitch
You didn't want to die,
You fall before fall
Just before blooming...
But would I have known you
that nothing has changed,
little lost child
would you accept me?
I like the sun
just like the rain
and when i wake up
and I'm alive
That's all I care about,
more than happiness
which is a matter of mediocre people
and which wears out the heart...
little bitch
is to forget that you
you were there for nobody
and nobody lt l…
Excuse me, darling,
for not being able to cry
following the crowns,
of your trendy friends,
because your dealer
maybe was there breathing those flowers
that you wouldn't like,
recount those roses
which he paid the price
your last dose
and your last cry...
little bitch
come on, rest
close to Morisson
and not too far from me...