Lyrics of Billy nettoie son saxophone - William Sheller

Billy nettoie son saxophone (original)

Les disques noirs
Qu’on bricole et que l’on sillonne
Qu’on dissout dans l’actone
Les gens bizarres
Qu’on allonge et qu’on radiophone
L’homme de la rue qu’on questionne
J’ai vu celui qui laisse tout a Qui abandonne
Un petit Franais qui s’tonne
Qu’on lui rende pas tout ce qu’il donne
Il en a la vie qui bourdonne
Il laisse tomber son tlphone
Il est l pour personne
Y a plus d’amour qui sonne
Billy nettoie son saxophone
Les faux dparts
Le choix des impressions qu’on donne
De l’emballage conditionnent
Les mots barbares
Les ides que l’on dboulonne
Papier monnaie qu’on chiffonne
Les p’tits Rimbaud du mal de vivre Babylone
La peur de n’tre plus personne
La cocane et le Valium
Il en a la vie qui bourdonne
Il laisse tomber son tlphone
Il est l pour personne
Y a plus d’amour qui sonne
Billy nettoie son saxophone
Les verres boire
Sur les choses qu’on dit personne
Et l’amour qu’on ambitionne
Le provisoire
Qu’on partage et que l’on mulsionne
Les amants qui s’abandonnent
Les p’tits Rimbaud du mal de vivre Babylone
Un petit Franais qui s’tonne
Qu’on lui rende pas tout ce qu’il donne
Il en a la vie qui bourdonne
Il laisse tomber son tlphone
Il est l pour personne
Y a plus d’amour qui sonne
Billy nettoie son saxophone.

(translation)

The black discs
That we tinker and we roam
That we dissolve in actone
weird people
Let's lay down and X-ray
The man in the street who is questioned
I saw the one who leaves everything to Who gives up
A little Frenchman who is surprised
Don't give him back everything he gives
It's life buzzing
He drops his phone
He's there for nobody
There's no more love ringing
Billy cleans his saxophone
The false starts
Choosing the Impressions We Give
From packaging to condition
barbaric words
The ideas that we debunk
Paper money that we crumple
Little Rimbaud struggling to live Babylon
The fear of being nobody
Cocane and Valium
It's life buzzing
He drops his phone
He's there for nobody
There's no more love ringing
Billy cleans his saxophone
drinking glasses
On the things that no one says
And the love we aspire to
The Provisional
That we share and that we muddle
lovers who abandon each other
Little Rimbaud struggling to live Babylon
A little Frenchman who is surprised
Don't give him back everything he gives
It's life buzzing
He drops his phone
He's there for nobody
There's no more love ringing
Billy cleans his saxophone.