Lyrics and translation Renaud - La teigne - Live 95

La teigne - Live 95

La teigne

L′était bâti comme un moineau
Qu'aurait été malade
A la bouche, derrière son mégot
Y′ avait des gros mots en cascades
L'était pas bien gros c't′ asticot

Mais c′était une vrai boule de haine
On lui filait plein d' noms d′oiseaux
Même ceux qui l' connaissaient qu′à peine
L'appelaient la teigne

Il avait pas connu ses vieux
Il était d′ l'Assistance
Ce genre d'école, pour rendre joyeux
C′est pas vraiment Byzance

D′ailleurs on lisait dans ses yeux
Qu' pour qu′y soit bien fallait qu'on l′ craigne
Si tu rentrais pas dans son jeux
Putain, c' que tu r′cevais comme beignes
C'était une teigne

Avec les gonzesse, les mich'tons
L′était encore plus vache
J′ te pique tes sous, j' te fous des gnons
Tu tombes amoureuses et j′ m'arrache
Pour sa p′tite gueule, ses poings d' béton
Plus d′une se serait jetée à la Seine
Elles lui parlaient d'amour, d' passion
Y répondait pas des châtaignes
C′était une teigne

L′avait pas fêté ses vingt berges
Quand, une nuit de novembre
On l'a r′trouvé raide comme un cierge
Pendu au beau milieu d' sa chambre

Si y a un bon Dieu, une Sainte Vierge
Faut qu′ils l'accueillent à leur enseigne
Parc′ qu'avant d' passer sur l′autr′ berge
Y m'avait dit personne ne m′aime
J' suis qu′une pauv' teigne

Mais moi qui l′ai connu un peu
Quand parfois j'y repense
Putain, c' qu′il était malheureux
Putain, c′ qu'y cachait comme souffrance

Sous la pâle blondeur de se frange
Dans ses yeux tristes, dans sa dégaine
Mais j′ suis sûr qu'au ciel c′est un ange
Et quand j' pense à lui mon cœur saigne
Adieu la teigne
Adieu la teigne
Adieu la teigne

Adieu la teigne

The Moth - Live 95

The moth

He was built like a sparrow
That would have been sick
At the mouth, behind his cigarette
There were swear words in cascades
He wasn't very big, that little bugger

But he was a real ball of hatred
We gave him all sorts of bird names
Even those who hardly knew him
Called him the moth

He had never known his old people
He was from the Assistance
This kind of school, to make you happy
Isn't really Byzantium

Besides, you could read in his eyes
That for him to be happy, we had to fear him
If you didn't play his game
Damn, what you'd get for punches
He was a moth

With the girls, the pimps
He was even more of a bastard
I'll steal your money, I'll give you lumps
You fall in love and I'll run away
For his little face, his concrete fists
More than one would have thrown herself into the Seine
They talked to him about love, about passion
He answered not with chestnuts
He was a moth

He hadn't celebrated his twentieth birthday
When, one November night
We found him stiff as a candle
Hanged in the middle of his room

If there is a good God, a Holy Virgin
They must welcome him to their sign
Because before passing on to the other bank
He told me nobody loves me
I'm just a poor moth

But me who knew him a little bit
When sometimes I think back to it
Damn, how unhappy he was
Damn, how much suffering he hid

Under the pale blondness of his bangs
In his sad eyes, in his manner
But I'm sure in heaven he's an angel
And when I think of him my heart bleeds
Farewell, the moth
Farewell, the moth
Farewell, the moth

Farewell, the moth