Paroles et traduction Serge Gainsbourg - Lola rastaquouere - Live au Théatre Du Palace / 1980

Lola rastaquouere - Live au Théatre Du Palace / 1980

(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
Comment oses-tu me parler d'amour toi hein
Toi qui n'as pas connu Lola Rastaquouère
Je lui faisais le plein comme au Latécoère
Qui décolle en vibrant vers les cieux africains
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
Elle avait de ces yeux un vrai chat abyssin
Et ses seins deux sphères
Entre lesquelles j'abandonnais deux mois de salaire
Pour y rouler mon pauvre joint
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
Quand dans son sexe cyclopéen
J'enfonçais mon pieu tel l'Ulysse d'Homère
Je l'avais raide plutôt amère
C'est moi grands dieux qui n'y voyais plus rien
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
Dans la moiteur torride de sa croupe d'airain
On pouvait voir éclore des renoncules par-derrière
Et par devant un conifère
Me rappelait un air jamaïcain
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère Rasta)
Rasta)

Lola rastaquouere - Live at the Palace Theatre / 1980

(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
How dare you talk to me about love, you!
You who never knew Lola Rastaquouère
I filled her up like the Latécoère
Who vibrates as it takes off towards the African skies
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
She had those eyes, a real Abyssinian cat
And her breasts, two spheres
Between which I abandoned two months' salary
To roll my poor joint
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
When in her cyclopean sex
I plunged my stake like Ulysses of Homer
I had it hard, rather bitter
It's me, great gods, who could see nothing
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
In the torrid humidity of its brassy rump
You could see ranunculi blooming behind
And in front a conifer
Reminded me of a Jamaican tune
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère, Rasta)
(Lola rastaquouère Rasta)
Rasta)