Translation of the song lyrics La baston - Thomas Fersen

La baston (original)

Elle est collée la p’tite hirondelle
Elle prend du plomb dans sa cervelle
Comme les autres volatiles
Elle se fait empailler en ville
Elle cherche la baston
Encore la baston
Toujours la baston
Dès qu’ils peuvent
Planquez-vous
Les coups pleuvent de partout !
Trois cent lignes pour demain
Dix coups de règle sur les mains
On va lui couper les ailes
Elle sera comme les autres, pareille
Elle cherche la baston
Encore la baston
Toujours la baston
Dès qu’ils peuvent
Planquez-vous
Les coups pleuvent de partout !
On va lui couper sa langue !
On va lui briser son cou !
On va lui clouer son bec !
Au piquet et les mains sur la tête !
Elle cherche la baston
Encore la baston
Toujours la baston
Dès qu’ils peuvent
Planquez-vous
Les coups pleuvent de partout !

La baston (translation)

She is glued the little swallow
She takes lead in her brain
Like other birds
She gets stuffed in town
She's looking for the fight
The fight again
Always fight
As soon as they can
Hide yourself
Blows are raining down everywhere!
Three hundred lines for tomorrow
Ten strokes of the ruler on the hands
We'll clip his wings
She will be like the others, the same
She's looking for the fight
The fight again
Always fight
As soon as they can
Hide yourself
Blows are raining down everywhere!
We'll cut out his tongue!
We're going to break his neck!
We're going to shut him up!
On the picket line and hands on your head!
She's looking for the fight
The fight again
Always fight
As soon as they can
Hide yourself
Blows are raining down everywhere!