Paroles et traduction Henri Salvador - Attila Est Là

Attila Est Là

Nos ancêtres les Gaulois
Avaient parfois la frousse
Ce n'était pas du tout qu' le ciel
Leur tombe dessus en douce
Non, ces braves gens avaient la trouille
Quand on leur annonçait
"Vingt-deux les gars! Voilà les Huns!"
Alors, ils s'écriaient
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Des gars comme moi, y en a pas deux
Je suis le fléau de Dieu
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Sous lui, l'herbe ne repousse pas
C'est la terreur des Gaulois!
Cet Asiatique aux yeux bridés
Avait les cheveux longs
Il avait p't-êt' les idées courtes
Là n'est pas la question
On dit qu' pour se donner du nerf
Lui et tous ses barbares
Bouffaient matin, midi et soir
D'énormes steaks tartare
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Des gars comme moi, y en a pas deux
Je suis le fléau de Dieu
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Sous lui, l'herbe ne repousse pas
C'est la terreur des Gaulois!
En amour, c'était pas le gars
À faire de jolies phrases
Mais il savait, d'un seul regard
Allumer les Gauloises
Et Astérix était furax
Car, après son départ
Des p'tits Gauloix aux yeux bridés
Chantaient, neuf mois plus tard
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Des gars comme moi, y en a pas deux
Je suis le fléau de Dieu
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Sous lui, l'herbe ne repousse pas
C'est la terreur des Gaulois!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Des gars comme moi, y en a pas deux
Je suis le fléau de Dieu
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Attila est là! Attila est là!
Sous lui, l'herbe ne repousse pas
C'est la terreur des Gaulois!

Attila Is Here

Our ancestors the Gauls
Were sometimes scared
It wasn't because the sky
Was falling down on them gently
No, these brave people were terrified
When they were told
"22 guys! Here come the Huns!"
So, they cried out
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Guys like me, there are none
I am the scourge of God
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Under him, the grass will not grow
He is the terror of the Gauls!
This Asian with slanted eyes
Had long hair
His thoughts were perhaps short
That is not the question
It is said that to give themselves nerve
Him and all his barbarians
Ate morning, noon and night
Enormous steak tartare
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Guys like me, there are none
I am the scourge of God
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Under him, the grass will not grow
He is the terror of the Gauls!
In love, he was not the guy
To make pretty phrases
But he knew, with a single glance
How to light the Gauloises
And Asterix was furious
Because, after his departure
Little Gauls with slanted eyes
Sang, nine months later
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Guys like me, there are none
I am the scourge of God
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Under him, the grass will not grow
He is the terror of the Gauls!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Guys like me, there are none
I am the scourge of God
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Attila is here! Attila is here!
Under him, the grass will not grow
He is the terror of the Gauls!