Paroles et traduction Alain Souchon - Papa manbo

Papa manbo

Ton oeil profond d′hidalgo tango
Tes joues creusées oh guérillero
L'tourbillon des belles danseuses rêveuses
Que la révolution rend nerveuses
Mais l′estomac y tient pas l'tempo
Tombe de haut gringo pistolero
Dans la crème Chantilly les gâteaux
Dans la crème Chantilly les gâteaux
Le gros bibendum que t'as dans l′coeur
Tu l′as trouvé beau dans l'temps p′tite sœur
Soixante kilos d'échevelé poète
Tout livide au milieu des tempêtes
Mais l′estomac y tient pas la rime
L'albatros patauge dans l′ice cream
Nous v'là jolis nous v'là beaux
Tout empâtés patauds par les pâtés les gâteaux
Nous v′là beaux nous v′là jolis
Ankylosés soumis sous les kilos d'calories
On est foutus on mange trop
On est foutus on mange trop
On est foutus on mange trop
Mais qu′est-ce qu'on fera quand on s′ra gros
Papa Mambo
Roulait des hanches en douceur l'chanteur
Dans son habit coeur belle minceur
Le poster fatal au-d′ssus du lit
Mais la p'tite fille d'alors elle a grossi
Et la groupie fait d′la bonne cuisine
Le chanteur a débordé d′son jean
Nous v'là jolis nous v′là beaux
Tout empâtés patauds par les pâtés les gâteaux
Nous v'là beaux nous v′là jolis
Ankylosés soumis sous les kilos d'calories
On est foutus on mange trop
On est foutus on mange trop
On est foutus on mange trop
Mais qu′est-ce qu'on fera quand on s'ra gros
Papa Mambo

Papa Mambo

Your eye is as deep as a tango dancer's longing
Your cheeks are hollowed out, oh guerrilla fighter
The whirlwind of beautiful dreamlike dancers
The revolution makes them nervous
But the stomach can't keep up with the tempo
Fall from high, gringo pistolero
Into the whipped cream, the cakes
Into the whipped cream, the cakes
The big belly you have in your heart
You found it beautiful at the time, little sister
Sixty kilos of disheveled poet
All pale in the midst of the storms
But the stomach can't keep up with the rhyme
The albatross waddles in the ice cream
Here we are, pretty, here we are beautiful
All doughy and clumsy from the pies and cakes
Here we are beautiful, here we are pretty
Ankylosed, submissive under the kilos of calories
We're screwed, we eat too much
We're screwed, we eat too much
We're screwed, we eat too much
But what will we do when we get fat?
Papa Mambo
The singer swayed his hips gently
In his heartsuit, beautiful and slender
The fatal poster above the bed
But the little girl from back then has put on weight
And the groupie makes good food
The singer has overflowed from his jeans
Here we are, pretty, here we are beautiful
All doughy and clumsy from the pies and cakes
Here we are beautiful, here we are pretty
Ankylosed, submissive under the kilos of calories
We're screwed, we eat too much
We're screwed, we eat too much
We're screwed, we eat too much
But what will we do when we get fat?
Papa Mambo