Paroles et traduction Sergent Garcia - Jumpi

Jumpi

Jumpi, Jumpi, salta m? s alto
Jumpi, Jumpi, m? s alto, m? s alto.

En cada planeta hay m? sica distinta, gente diferente
Gente guay en Par? s o Bomb? y
Qu? date con esto, es t? lo que importa.
Reggae, heavy, punk, merengue, rap y salsa
El ritmo de la calle sigue siendo el mas fuerte.
Blues y jazz, hard core, trikitixa
El ritmo de la calle une a la gente
Del sur pa'l norte
Del este pa'l oeste
De abajo para arriba
G? zalo, g? zalo

Vince, chef de garnison, envoie circulaire,
Nouvelle mission, ouvre tes oreilles,
Laisse faire le son et m? me les cartes vermeilles
Rebondiront jusqu'au plafond.
Si dans cinq secondes par malheur t'as pas d? coll?
J'me recicle hors saison, baraque? frites St Tropez,
Alors mets toi? l'aise, parterre de braises, genuflexion et saute, saute...

Latino-Americano hasta la muerte
Es un sentido musical que est? aqu? presente
Y si tu quieres guarachar no te lo prohibo
Escucha, mira mami? qu? loque te digo:
Y sigo dando un swing sabroso, porque esta el motivo,
Persigo bien la rima, no te lo prohibo,
Para que te sientas bien yo te lo he traido
Que te tengas que mover esto es lo que pido.

Ahora ponte en pie
Que esto es diferente
M? sica latina y ritmo de la calle
No te quedes tirado
Que el baile es africano
Te lo dice, te lo dice, te lo dice el Sergento

M? sica mestiza
Que todo el mundo la goza
G? zala, g? zala
De abajo para arriba
G? zala, g? zala
En el suelo y en el cielo
G? zala, g? zala

Version fran? aise:
Jumpi, Jumpi, saute plus haut
Jumpi, Jumpi, plus haut, plus haut.

Sur chaque plan? te, il y a des musiques, des gens diff? rents,
Des gens sympas que ce soit? Parsi ou Bombay
Voil?, c'est tout ce qui importe.
Reggae, heavy, punk, merengue, rap et salsa
Le rythme de la rue est toujours le plus fort
Blues et jazz, hard core, trikitixa,
Le rythme de la rue r? unit les gens
Du sud au nord
De l'est? l'ouest
De bas en haut
Kiffe-le, kiffe-le

Vince, chef de garnison, envoie circulaire,
Nouvelle mission, ouvre tes oreiles,
Laisse faire le son et m? m les cartes vermeilles
Rebondiront jusqu'au plafond.
Si dans cinq secondes par malheur t'as pas d? coll?
J'me recicle hors saison, baraque? frites? St-Tropez,
Alors mets toi? l'aise, parterre de brzises, genuflexion et saute, saute...

Latino-am? ricain jusqu'? la mort
C'est le concept musical qui est ici pr? sent.
Et si tu veux t'? clater, on ne te l'interdis pas
Ecoute, regarde ch? rie, Quoi? Ce que je te dis
Et je continue ce swing savoureux puisque c'est le mot d'ordre.
Je poursuis la rime, je ne te l'interdis pas,
Je te l'ai offert pour que tu te sentes bien,
Que tu te mettes? bouger, c'est tout ce que je souhaite.

Maintenant mets-toi debout
Ceci est diff? rent
La musique latien et le rythme de la rue sont l?.
Ne te laisse pas aller
La danse est africaine
Je te le dis, je te le dis, le Sergent te le dit.

Musique m? tisse,
Tout le monde la kiffe.
R? gale-toi, r? gale -toi,
Sur la terre comme au ciel,
R? gale-toi

Jumpi

Jumpi, Jumpi, jump higher
Jumpi, Jumpi, higher, higher.

Every planet has different music, different people
Cool people in Paris or Bombay
Remember this, it's all that matters.
Reggae, heavy, punk, merengue, rap and salsa
The rhythm of the street is still the strongest.
Blues and jazz, hardcore, trikitixa
The rhythm of the street unites people
From south to north
From east to west
From bottom to top
Enjoy it, enjoy it

Vince, garrison chief, sends a circular,
New mission, open your ears,
Let the sound flow and even the red cards
Will bounce to the ceiling.
If in five seconds you haven't taken off,
I'm recycling myself off-season, fries stand in St Tropez,
So get comfortable, bed of embers, kneel and jump, jump...

Latino-American until death
It's a musical sense that's present here
And if you want to dance, I won't forbid you
Listen, look baby, what I'm telling you:
And I keep giving a tasty swing, because that's the reason,
I chase the rhyme well, I won't forbid you,
So you feel good, I brought it to you
That you have to move, that's what I ask.

Now stand up
This is different
Latin music and the rhythm of the street
Don't stay down
The dance is African
The Sergeant tells you, tells you, tells you.

Mixed music
That everyone enjoys
Enjoy it, enjoy it
From bottom to top
Enjoy it, enjoy it
On the ground and in the sky
Enjoy it, enjoy it

French version:
Jumpi, Jumpi, jump higher
Jumpi, Jumpi, higher, higher.

On each planet, there are different music, different people,
Nice people whether in Paris or Bombay
There you go, that's all that matters.
Reggae, heavy, punk, merengue, rap and salsa
The rhythm of the street is still the strongest
Blues and jazz, hardcore, trikitixa,
The rhythm of the street unites people
From south to north
From east to west
From bottom to top
Enjoy it, enjoy it

Vince, garrison chief, sends a circular,
New mission, open your ears,
Let the sound flow and even the red cards
Will bounce to the ceiling.
If in five seconds you haven't taken off,
I'm recycling myself off-season, fries stand in St Tropez,
So get comfortable, bed of embers, kneel and jump, jump...

Latin American until death
It's the musical concept that's present here.
And if you want to have fun, we don't forbid you
Listen, look honey, what I'm telling you
And I continue this tasty swing since it's the motto.
I pursue the rhyme, I don't forbid you,
I offered it to you so you feel good,
That you start moving, that's all I wish for.

Now stand up
This is different
Latin music and the rhythm of the street are here.
Don't let yourself go
The dance is African
I tell you, I tell you, the Sergeant tells you.

Mixed music,
Everyone loves it.
Enjoy it, enjoy it,
On earth as in the sky,
Enjoy it