Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Si , by - Robert Charlebois. Release date: 17.09.2001
Song language: French
Si(original) |
| Si, si |
| Si ma tête de bûcheron |
| Abattait les forêts |
| On aurait pu’d’air frais |
| A s’mettr' dans les poumons |
| Si ma tête de boxeur |
| Abattait tous les cons |
| Il en manquerait plusieurs |
| J’veux dire plusieurs millions |
| Ya trop d’monde sur la terre |
| Et pas assez d’humains |
| Les hommes vivent pas d’amour |
| Et les femmes qui en vivent |
| Continuent à ce taire |
| Oh si, si |
| Si ma tête de rebelle |
| Abattait les missiles |
| Les virus les cartels |
| On mourrait plus tranquille |
| Si ma tête de bouffon |
| Devenait président |
| J’abattrais tous les continents |
| Pour refaire des cantons |
| Des hameaux des p’tits bourgs |
| Et des villages sympas |
| Où enfin les soldats |
| Deviendraient troubadours |
| Derrière leurs tambours |
| Oh si Si ma tête de poète |
| Vous rabattait d’un siècle |
| Pour continuer la fête |
| Comme en mille neuf cent qu’eq |
| Si ma tête un jour sans rire |
| Vous disait c’est assez |
| On s’en r’tourne dans l’passé |
| C’est notre meilleur avenir |
| Alors c’est vrai qui en aurait d’la misère et du malheur sur terre |
| Mais y’aurait d’la chaleur du cœur et d’la couleur |
| Et tu redeviendrais un homme mon fils |
| (translation) |
| Yes Yes |
| If my lumberjack head |
| Cut down the forests |
| We could have some fresh air |
| To get into the lungs |
| If my boxer head |
| Shot down all the idiots |
| Many would be missing |
| I mean several million |
| There are too many people on earth |
| And not enough humans |
| Men don't live on love |
| And the women who make a living from it |
| keep it quiet |
| Oh yes yes |
| If my rebel head |
| Shot down the missiles |
| Viruses cartels |
| We would die more peacefully |
| If my jester's head |
| became president |
| I would tear down all the continents |
| To redo blocks |
| Hamlets of small towns |
| And nice villages |
| Where finally the soldiers |
| Would become troubadours |
| behind their drums |
| Oh if if my head of a poet |
| Take you back a century |
| To keep the party going |
| As in nineteen hundred that eq |
| If my head one day without laughing |
| Told you enough is enough |
| We go back to the past |
| This is our best future |
| So it's true who would have misery and misfortune on earth |
| But there would be warmth of heart and color |
| And you'll be a man again my son |