Paroles et traduction Bandabardò - Macrame les Doigts

Macrame les Doigts

C'était un garçon bien élevé, issu d'une famille de skinhead
Mais il avait bien mal tourné au grand désespoir de son père
Il avait jeté sa matraque, vendu ses Docs et puis son cran
Et même ses superbes nunchacks qu'il avait eu pour ses 15 ans

Skinhead aux cheveux longs
C'est l'émancipation
Sous son cuir chevelu
La tendresse a vaincu
Son bomber a poussé
Ses tatouages aussi
Les fleurs ont remplacé
Le serpent et l'épée

Il était parti au Népal ou les skins ne sont pas légion
Avec son tatouage "Mort aux vaches", les indiens l'ont pris pour un con
Il est revenu au grand air en plein Ardèche il prend son pied
Avec le seul truc qu'il sache faire; des croix gammées en macramé

Skinhead aux cheveux longs
C'est l'émancipation
Sous son cuir chevelu
La tendresse a vaincu
Son bomber a pousse
Ses tatouages aussi
Les fleurs ont remplace
Le serpent et l'épée

Le drapeau tricolore qu'il avait dans sa chambre
A perdu d'son éclat à grands coups d'eau d'Javel
Il fait pleurer sa mère et ne veut plus entendre
Que du Ravi-Shankar ou du Alan Stivell

Era un ragazzo ben educato, rampollo di una famiglia di skinheads. Ma presto, prese una brutta strada, per la grande disperazione di suo padre: ha gettato il suo manganello, venduto le sue Docmartins, il suo coraggio e perfino le sue superbe mazze giapponesi che aveva ricevuto per I suoi quindici anni!
Skinhead con I capelli lunghi è l'emancipazione! sotto il suo cuoio capelluto, la tenerezza ha vinto, il bomber è fiorito e anche I suoi tatuaggi: I fiori hanno rimpiazzato il serpente e la spada!

È partito per il Nepal dove gli skins non sono legioni e col suo tatuaggio "morte agli sbirri" gli indiani l'hanno preso per un coglione. È tornato all'aria aperta fermandosi in Ardèche, con l'unica cosa che sa fare: croci uncinate all' uncinetto!
Skinhead con I capelli lunghi la bandiera tricolore che pendeva in camera sua ha perso il suo smalto a gran colpi di varechina... fa piangere sua madre e non vuol più ascoltare che del Ravi Shankar o del Alan Stivell

Fingers of Macrame

He was a well-raised boy, from a skinhead family,
But he had gone astray, to his father's despair.
He had thrown away his truncheon, sold his Docs, his courage,
And even his superb nunchakus, a gift for his fifteenth birthday.

Skinhead with long hair,
It's emancipation.
Under his scalp,
Tenderness has prevailed.
His bomber jacket has blossomed,
His tattoos too.
Flowers have replaced
The serpent and the sword.

He had left for Nepal, where skinheads are not legion,
With his "Death to Cops" tattoo, the Indians took him for a fool.
He returned to the fresh air, finding his joy in the Ardèche,
With the only thing he knows how to do: swastikas in macrame.

Skinhead with long hair,
It's emancipation.
Under his scalp,
Tenderness has prevailed.
His bomber jacket has blossomed,
His tattoos too.
Flowers have replaced
The serpent and the sword.

The tricolor flag that hung in his room,
Has lost its shine with heavy doses of bleach.
He makes his mother cry and no longer wants to hear
Anything but Ravi Shankar or Alan Stivell.

He was a well-raised boy, offspring of a family of skinheads. But soon, he took a bad turn, to his father's great despair: he threw away his baton, sold his Doc Martens, his courage, and even his superb Japanese clubs that he had received for his fifteenth birthday!
Skinhead with long hair is emancipation! Under his scalp, tenderness has won, the bomber jacket has flourished, and also his tattoos: flowers have replaced the serpent and the sword!

He left for Nepal where skinheads are not legions, and with his "Death to Cops" tattoo, the Indians took him for an idiot. He returned to the open air, stopping in Ardèche, with the only thing he knows how to do: crocheted swastikas!
Skinhead with long hair... the tricolor flag that hung in his room has lost its luster with heavy blows of bleach... he makes his mother cry and no longer wants to hear anything but Ravi Shankar or Alan Stivell.