Chumbawamba - A Man Walks Into A Bar - translation of the lyrics into French
Chumbawamba A Man Walks Into A Bar

Chumbawamba - A Man Walks Into A Bar

Lyrics and translation Chumbawamba - A Man Walks Into A Bar




A Man Walks Into A Bar
Un homme entre dans un bar
A man walks into a bar, he says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke!"
Un homme entre dans un bar, il dit : « Donne-moi un Bacardi et du Coca ! »
The Back o' Beyond Repair welcomes the broken and the broke
Le Back o' Beyond Repair accueille les brisés et les fauchés
Blather hitches a ride on the back of second-hand smoke
Le bavardage s'accroche au dos de la fumée de seconde main
And the man, well, he'll be the punchline in someone else's joke
Et l'homme, eh bien, il sera la punchline dans la blague de quelqu'un d'autre
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Je vais vaincre cette boisson, c'est une habitude que je vais briser
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
S'il te plaît, aide-moi maintenant, je vais être malade
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Quelque chose m'a frappé, je me suis retrouvé par terre
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
Ce Bacardi me fout le bourre, j'en veux plus
A man walks into a think-tank full of hooch and future sales
Un homme entre dans un think tank rempli de beuveries et de ventes futures
Mixing wish lists with extention plans re: Guantanamo jail
Mélangeant des listes de souhaits avec des plans d'extension pour la prison de Guantanamo
Smell the solid beech, and a whiff of cannot fail
Sentez le bois de hêtre massif et un soupçon d'infaillibilité
And a gilt-tray chock with goblets dripping cut-throat cocktails
Et un plateau doré rempli de gobelets dégouttant de cocktails coupants
And they drink a toast to Florida and all its air-conditioned hum
Et ils trinquent à la Floride et à son bourdonnement climatisé
And they damn the health of Cuba and they damn its bona fide rum
Et ils maudissent la santé de Cuba et ils maudissent son rhum authentique
He sucks a kalamata olive, spits out the stone
Il aspire une olive Kalamata, recrache le noyau
And he mimics crushing people between forefinger and thumb
Et il imite l'écrasement de personnes entre l'index et le pouce
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Je vais vaincre cette boisson, c'est une habitude que je vais briser
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
S'il te plaît, aide-moi maintenant, je vais être malade
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Quelque chose m'a frappé, je me suis retrouvé par terre
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
Ce Bacardi me fout le bourre, j'en veux plus
The first man wakes up in the same bar, but it's different, as in a dream
Le premier homme se réveille dans le même bar, mais c'est différent, comme dans un rêve
In fact it's someone else's dream, clean sheets and new regime
En fait, c'est le rêve de quelqu'un d'autre, draps propres et nouveau régime
Fidel burns as Nero roams, "Give the bar a zip code!"
Fidel brûle tandis que Néron erre, « Donne un code postal au bar ! »
"See you..." "Si... C.U.", and it's one more for the road
« On se voit... » « Si... C.U. », et c'est un dernier pour la route
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Je vais vaincre cette boisson, c'est une habitude que je vais briser
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
S'il te plaît, aide-moi maintenant, je vais être malade
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Quelque chose m'a frappé, je me suis retrouvé par terre
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
Ce Bacardi me fout le bourre, j'en veux plus




Writer(s): Judith Abbott, Neil Ferguson, Louise Watts, Allan Whalley, Duncan Bruce, Darren Hamer, Nigel Hunter, Alice Nutter
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Un
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08-06-2004

1 The Wizard Of Menlo Park
2 Just Desserts
3 Everything You Know Is Wrong
4 Be With You
5 When Fine Society Sits Down To Dine
6 A Man Walks Into A Bar
7 Buy Nothing Day
8 Following You
9 We Don't Want To Sing Along
10 I Did It For Alfie
11 Rebel Code
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