Paroles et traduction Aldebert - Le petit chef

Le petit chef

Il a toujours ce regard éteint
Du haut du ridicule trône
Qu′il s'invente pour juger les siens
Sur terre il y a lui et la faune
Je sais qu′il aime accumuler
Les derniers gadgets formidables.
Pour avoir deux cents chaînes télé
Il a vendu son âme au câble.

A force d'avoir toujours tout fait
Il commence à se sentir seul.
A force d'avoir toujours tout vu
Il transforme sa vie en linceul.
Si t′as quelque chose à donner
Evite de croiser ce damné
El′vé seul'ment à recevoir
Un homme un requin, va savoir!

Le diable s′incarne parfois
En ces gens friands de coups bas
Qui dénoncent et puis qui se taisent
Pour pouvoir manger à leur aise.

Un costume propre
Une odeur forte
A son image il s'abandonne
Seul importe ce qu′il apporte
A son image, à sa personne.
Pouvoir accéder coûte que coûte
En petit chef, rayon choucroute
L'incarnation la plus banale
Des derniers retranchements du mal.

Le diable s′incarne parfois
En ces gens friands de coups bas
Qui dénoncent et puis qui se taisent
Pour pouvoir manger à leur aise.
Le diable s'incarne souvent
En ce genre de petites gens
Qui, de minables petits pièges
Accumulent certains privilèges.
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The little chief

He always has that dull look
From the top of the ridiculous throne
That he invents for himself to judge his own
On earth there is him and the fauna
I know he likes to accumulate
The latest gadgets are great.
To have two hundred TV channels
He sold his soul to the cable.

By dint of having always done everything
He is beginning to feel lonely.
By dint of having always seen everything
He transforms his life into a shroud.
If you have something to give
Avoid crossing this damned
El′vé alone′ment to receive
A man a shark, who knows!

The devil sometimes incarnates
In these people fond of dirty tricks
Who denounce and then shut up
To be able to eat at their ease.

A clean suit
A strong smell
In his image he surrenders
All that matters is what he brings
To his image, to his person.
To be able to access at all costs
As a petty chief, sauerkraut department
The most banal incarnation
Of the last trenches of evil.

The devil sometimes incarnates
In these people fond of dirty tricks
Who denounce and then shut up
To be able to eat at their ease.
The devil is often embodied
In this kind of little people
Who, from dastardly little traps
Accumulate certain privileges.
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