Lyrics and translation Jean-Luc Lahaye - Djemila des lilas - Live

Djemila des lilas - Live

Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila a quinze ans
L′âge soie, l'âge faon
Dans un short en satin
Qu′elle porte le matin
Elle va faire son jogging
Sous un walkman qui swingue
L'Algérie, le croissant
Loin d'ici, pas le temps pas le temps
Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Sa mini de chez Tati
La dévoile sensuelle
Ces regards qui la frôlent
Ça l′égare, ça l′affole
Le Coran, en ce moment
Elle l'aimerait tolérant
Elle l′aimerait moins austère
Moins collant moins colère moins amer
Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila ne lit pas
Elle échappe à ses frères
Elle s'en moque, y a le rock
Qu′est plus fou
Bien plus fou elle s'en fou
Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila

Djemila des lilas - Live

Djemila of the lilacs, graceful gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny she imitates Adjani
Djemila is fifteen years old
The age of silk, the age of fawn
In satin shorts
That she wears in the morning
She goes jogging
Under a swinging Walkman
Algeria, the crescent moon
Far away, no time, no time
Djemila of the lilacs, graceful gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny she imitates Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Her mini from Tati
Reveals her sensually
The glances that brush against her
It leads her astray, it drives her crazy
The Koran, at the moment
She would like it to be tolerant
She would like it to be less austere
Less sticky, less angry, less bitter
Djemila of the lilacs, graceful gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny she imitates Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila doesn't read
She escapes from her brothers
She doesn't care, there's rock and roll
Which is crazier
Much crazier, she doesn't care
Djemila of the lilacs, graceful gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny she imitates Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila