Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Borgnefesse, artist - Soldat Louis. Album song V.I.P. (Very Intimes Poteaux), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 13.12.2010
Record label: Coop Breizh
Song language: French
Borgnefesse(original) |
| Camarades, frères de la côte |
| Et autres mat’lots du diable |
| L’heure n’est plus à meurtrir |
| Laissez vos armes à nos hôtes |
| Occupez-moi toutes ces tables |
| Les nègres vont nous servir |
| Ayons donc belles manières |
| Tant qu’le vin ne nous enivre |
| La place est à nos mains |
| Les femmes sont des poudrières |
| Caresser leur peau de cuivre |
| N’attendra pas demain |
| Vous qui n’savez obéir |
| Qu’au plus bas instincts d’l’espèce |
| Jean foutre de la ribote |
| J’ai bien l’honneur de vous dire |
| Que je n’serais pas en reste |
| Je paye filles et gargotes |
| Alors chantons les canons |
| Qui nous apportent richesse |
| Nos sabres flibustiers |
| Et aux pucelles d’Aragon |
| Joyaux de toutes nos faiblesses |
| Buvons frères boucaniers |
| Et s’il est pire capitaine |
| Qu’il se montre sans vergogne |
| Et rejoigne la flotte |
| Ici le galion se traîne |
| On traque, on pille, on rançonne |
| Tels de vrais patriotes |
| Ceux des nôtres restés en France |
| Ignorants des Amériques |
| Chasseurs de tout venant |
| Regrettent au pied d’une potence |
| Les milles vertus des tropiques |
| Paradis du forban |
| (translation) |
| Comrades, brothers of the coast |
| And other devil sailors |
| The hour is no longer to bruise |
| Leave your weapons to our hosts |
| Occupy me all these tables |
| The niggers gon' serve us |
| Let's have good manners |
| As long as the wine does not intoxicate us |
| The place is in our hands |
| Women are powder kegs |
| Caress their copper skin |
| Won't wait for tomorrow |
| You who do not know how to obey |
| That to the lowest instincts of the species |
| John fucks the ribote |
| I have the honor to tell you |
| That I wouldn't be left out |
| I pay girls and diners |
| So let's sing the cannons |
| who bring us wealth |
| Our buccaneering sabers |
| And to the maidens of Aragon |
| Jewels of all our weaknesses |
| Let's drink buccaneer brothers |
| And if he is a worse captain |
| Let him show himself shamelessly |
| And join the fleet |
| Here the galleon crawls |
| We hunt, we loot, we ransom |
| Like true patriots |
| Those of us who remained in France |
| Ignorant of the Americas |
| Hunters of all comers |
| Regret at the foot of a gallows |
| The thousand virtues of the tropics |
| Rogue's Paradise |