Paroles et traduction Alain Souchon - Popopo

Popopo

La gueule de beau mec, le béret, le cigare au bec, parfait
Sur le t-shirt d′Adriana, allons faire un tour sur Internet
Voir si ce guerillero était vraiment le mec net
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
Ce libertador cador que tout l'monde adore
Chantait dans la sierra son chant de libération et de révolution
Est-ce que Juan Perez a aimé cette chanson
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
Il disait ses vers sévères aux revolvers, le poète de la cabaña
Ces cris, ces "tatatata" dans la prison d′état
C'était la joie des villageois "Viva Guevara"
Panpanpanpan, panpanpanpan
Panpanpanpan, panpanpanpan
Le pistolet sur la tête du fonctionnaire bête
Du paysan analphabète, ce héros romantique
Qu'aimait le petit déclic et l′efficacité des armes automatiques
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
Il rêvait des carabines fines du Potemkine pour mettre au pas Batista
C′est jamais par plaisir, par plaisir qu'on tire
Mais pour un monde plus cool, il faut bien que le sang coule
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
La gueule de beau mec, le béret, le cigare au bec, parfait
Sur le t-shirt d′Adriana, allons faire un tour sur Internet
Voir si ce guérillero était vraiment le mec net
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo

Popopo

Handsome face, beret, cigar in his mouth, perfect
On Adriana's T-shirt, let's take a tour on the Internet
To see if this guerilla was really a good guy
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
This great liberator that everyone adores
Sang in the sierra his song of liberation and revolution
Did Juan Perez like this song
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
He spoke his harsh verses to the revolvers, the poet of the Cabaña
Those cries, those "tatatata" in the state prison
Were the joy of the villagers "Viva Guevara"
Panpanpanpan, panpanpanpan
Panpanpanpan, panpanpanpan
The pistol on the head of the foolish official
Of the illiterate peasant, this romantic hero
Who loved the little click and the efficiency of automatic weapons
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
He dreamt of the fine rifles of the Potemkin to take on Batista
It's never for pleasure, for pleasure that we shoot
But for a cooler world, blood must flow
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
Handsome face, beret, cigar in his mouth, perfect
On Adriana's T-shirt, let's take a tour on the Internet
To see if this guerilla was really a good guy
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo
Popopopo, popopopo