Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pinpon, artist - Renaud. Album song Les mômes et les enfants d'abord, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Record label: Couci Couça
Song language: French
Pinpon(original) |
C’est un p’tit pompier |
Qu’on appelait Pinpon |
Qui passait ses journées |
À briquer son putain con |
Qui passait ses journées |
À briquer son camion |
Briquait et astiquait |
Avec un vieux chiffon |
Le cuivre des poignées |
Le capot putain con |
Le cuivre des poignées |
Le capot vermillon |
Pour éteindre les feux |
Des maquis des buissons |
Il hésitait un peu, craignant pour putain con |
Il hésitait un peu, craignant pour son camion |
À l’heure où les sapeurs |
Montaient braves au front |
Il désertait les flammes |
Les braises et putain con |
Il désertait les flammes |
Les braises et les tisons |
Pour aller faire reluire |
Le bout doré de son |
Si long tuyau en cuir |
Lové en rond putain con |
Si long tuyau en cuir à l’arrière du camion |
Ce pompier astiqueur |
Qu’on appelait Pinpon |
Habitait juste au cœur |
D’un p’tit village putain con |
Habitait juste au cœur |
Des monts du Luberon |
Rencontra une dame |
Qu’avait le feu au fion |
Lui déclara sa flamme |
Lui offrit son putain con |
Lui déclara sa flamme |
Et lui offrit son nom |
Cette jolie sirène |
Qui attirait les garçons |
Avec ses hanches pleines |
Et son sourire putain con |
Avec ses hanches pleines |
Ses deux petits seins bien ronds |
Répondit au pompier |
Oh mon joli Pinpon |
Astique tes poignées |
Brique ton bout putain con |
Astique tes poignées |
Ton bout doré si long |
Cela fut dit sans haine |
Sans la moindre passion |
Et la jolie sirène |
S’en fut faisant putain con |
Et la jolie sirène |
S’en fut faisant pin-pon |
Morale incendiaire |
Si tu croises un canon |
Si elle a le feu au derrière |
Si tu veux l’attirer |
Dans les buissons, putain con |
Vaut mieux avoir des couilles |
Putain con |
Vaut mieux avoir des couilles |
Qu’un joli camion |
(translation) |
He's a little firefighter |
We called Pinpon |
who spent his days |
To brick his fucking cunt |
who spent his days |
To brick his truck |
Bricked and polished |
With an old rag |
The copper of the handles |
The fuckin' hood |
The copper of the handles |
The Vermilion Hood |
To put out the fires |
bush maquis |
He was a little hesitant, fearing for the fuckin' jerk |
He hesitated a bit, fearing for his truck |
At a time when the sappers |
Went brave to the front |
He deserted the flames |
The embers and fucking jerk |
He deserted the flames |
Embers and Brands |
To go shine |
The golden tip of his |
So long leather pipe |
Curled up in the fuckin' circle |
So long leather hose in the back of the truck |
That polishing firefighter |
We called Pinpon |
Lived right in the heart |
From a fucking little village |
Lived right in the heart |
From the mountains of the Luberon |
Met a lady |
What had the fire in the ass |
Declared his flame to him |
Offered him his fucking cunt |
Declared his flame to him |
And offered him his name |
This pretty mermaid |
who attracted boys |
With her hips full |
And his fucking stupid smile |
With her hips full |
Her two small round breasts |
Answered the fireman |
Oh my pretty Pinpon |
Polish your handles |
Brick your fuckin' bitch |
Polish your handles |
Your golden tip so long |
It was said without hate |
Without the slightest passion |
And the pretty mermaid |
Went fucking stupid |
And the pretty mermaid |
Went making pin-pon |
Incendiary moral |
If you come across a cannon |
If she's got the fire behind |
If you want to attract her |
In the bushes, damn it |
Better have balls |
fuckin' cunt |
Better have balls |
What a nice truck |