Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonjour, artist - Vald.
Date of issue: 28.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
Bonjour(original) |
Il a pas dit bonjour |
Du coup, il s’est fait niquer sa mère |
C’t-à-dire que l’mec arrivait |
Tout l’monde a dit bonjour |
Mais lui, il a pas dit bonjour |
Il s’est fait niquer sa mère |
Il est parti chez lui, «Bonjour madame, j’vais t’niquer ta mère» |
Il a niqué la mère de sa mère, pour enfin niquer sa mère |
Nan, fallait mieux dire bonjour |
Mais lui, il a pas dit bonjour |
Le respect s’demande pas, le respect se prend |
Le respect se perd (tout l’temps, frère) |
Le respect s’demande pas, le respect se prend (arrache-le dès que tu peux) |
Le respect se perd, mais ne se gagne pas |
Si, faire l’tapin, c’est ton gagne-pain (mais ferme ta gueule !) |
Viens pas t'étonner si on t’aime pas |
Si on peut troquer ta vie contre un potatoes (ou un tempura) |
J’crois qu’t’as pas compris l’tempo |
Parce que l’mec s’est vengé (parce que l’mec s’est vengé) |
Il a dit: «Tous tes morts |
Fils de pute, j’vais les manger !» |
Cimetière communal, il check toutes les pierres tombales |
Il lâche deux-trois croix gammées, il trouve la tombe à mémé |
Il déterre la vieille, les vers l’ont désossée |
Donc il régurgite, sur les fleurs déposées |
Du coup, il s’est fait niquer sa mère |
C’t-à-dire que l’mec arrivait |
Tout l’monde a dit bonjour |
Mais lui, il a pas dit bonjour |
Il s’est fait niquer sa mère |
Il est parti chez lui, «Bonjour madame, j’vais t’niquer ta mère» |
Il a niqué la mère de sa mère, pour enfin niquer sa mère |
Nan, fallait mieux dire bonjour |
Mais lui, il a pas dit bonjour |
En fait, l’histoire est plus complexe |
C’t-à-dire que l’mec a dit: «Wesh.» |
Mais il a pas r’gardé dans les yeux |
Les yeux, c’est le reflet de l'âme |
Donc, frelon, quand tu dis: «Wesh.» |
Faut r’garder dans les yeux |
Mais l’mec a dit: «Wesh.», a téma ses pieds |
C’est là qu’j’ai ouï |
«J'vais niquer la mère de ta mère, pour enfin niquer ta mère |
Eeen la r’gardant dans les yeux» |
C’est parti de pas grand chose (de rien du tout) |
Ça rend nos parents chauves (miskine !) |
J’ferme une parenthèse (enfin !) |
En Charentaise |
Le mieux, Sully' ! |
Les histoires vont trop vite, poto. |
(Su-Sully !) Fais gaffe à toi, |
c’est tout ce que j’ai à te dire. |
Si tu sors, poto, sors couvert, sors protégé. |
Pense à tout ce que tu peux, à tes amis, si tu peux te protéger toi-même avec |
des gilets pare-balles, avec des genouillères, avec des coudières, poto; |
prends un casque, prends un truc pour protéger ton menton, ta mâchoire, |
ton pif, poto. |
T’es dans la merde sinon. |
Fais gaffe à c’que tu dis, gros, |
fais gaffe à qui tu l’dis, putain. |
Le mieux, c’est que tu fermes ta gueule, |
et tout se passera comme prévu… |
Mais, avant, dis bonjour, poto ! |
(translation) |
He didn't say hello |
So he got his mother screwed |
That is to say that the guy was coming |
Everyone said hello |
But he didn't say hello |
He got his mother screwed |
He went home, "Hello lady, I'm going to fuck your mother" |
He fucked his mother's mother, to finally fuck his mother |
Nah, better say hello |
But he didn't say hello |
Respect is not asked, respect is taken |
Respect gets lost (all the time bro) |
Respect is not asked, respect is taken (snatch it as soon as you can) |
Respect is lost, but not earned |
Yes, hustling is your livelihood (but shut the fuck up!) |
Don't be surprised if we don't like you |
If we can trade your life for a potato (or a tempura) |
I don't think you understood the tempo |
Because the guy took revenge (because the guy took revenge) |
He said, "All your dead |
Son of a bitch, I'm going to eat them!" |
Communal cemetery, he checks all the headstones |
He drops two-three swastikas, he finds grandma's grave |
He digs up the old woman, the worms have boned her |
So he regurgitates, on the flowers laid |
So he got his mother screwed |
That is to say that the guy was coming |
Everyone said hello |
But he didn't say hello |
He got his mother screwed |
He went home, "Hello lady, I'm going to fuck your mother" |
He fucked his mother's mother, to finally fuck his mother |
Nah, better say hello |
But he didn't say hello |
In fact, the story is more complex |
Meaning the dude said, "Wesh." |
But he didn't look in the eye |
The eyes are the reflection of the soul |
So, hornet, when you say, "Wesh." |
You have to look in the eyes |
But the dude said, "Wesh.", probed his feet |
That's where I heard |
"I'm going to fuck your mother's mother, to finally fuck your mother |
Eeen looking her in the eyes” |
It started from not much (from nothing at all) |
It makes our parents bald (miskine!) |
I close a parenthesis (finally!) |
In Charentaise |
The best, Sully'! |
Stories go too fast, bro. |
(Su-Sully!) Watch out, |
that's all I have to say to you. |
If you go out, bro, go out covered, go out protected. |
Think of all you can, of your friends, if you can protect yourself with |
bulletproof vests, with knee pads, with elbow pads, poto; |
take a helmet, take something to protect your chin, your jaw, |
your nose, homie. |
You're screwed otherwise. |
Be careful what you say, man, |
be careful who the fuck you tell. |
The best is that you shut your mouth, |
and everything will go as planned... |
But before, say hello, poto! |