Текст и перевод песни Bernard Lavilliers - Pigalle La Blanche

Pigalle La Blanche

White, tous vos néons rouillés
White, la loi, la vie, les condés
White, les nuits pour oublier
Phares de la police dans mes yeux métis mouillés
(Black) mes cheveux et ma peau
(Black) c′est écrit là sur mon dos
(Black) comme de la musique soul
Black is black and really beautiful
And tell me
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
(Why, why, why, why, I′m born in ghetto)
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
Deux noires pour une blanche, c'est inscrit dans le tempo
White, la couleur de l′accroc
White, la lame, noire le couteau
White, la voix qui dit encore
Sur Pigalle la blanche fait rouler ses gouttes d′or
(Black) la mémoire des bistrots
(Black) les blousons des travelos
(Black) la mort dans son linceul
Comme un coup de flingue, une baffe dans la gueule
And tell me
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
(Why, why, why, why, I′m born in ghetto)
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
Deux noires pour une blanche, c′est inscrit dans le tempo
White, la peur qui vous rassure
White, le boulevard sous la bavure
White, la morale et le nombre
Pigalle devient blanche quand les bronzés sont à l'ombre
(Back) vers la lumière dorée
(Back) vers l′épaisseur de forêts
(Back) très loin de Babylone
Je veux repartir vers les tambours qui bastonnent
(Why, why, why, why)
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Pigalle The White

White, your rusty neon lights
White, where law, life, and cops reside
White, the nights where I bury my strife
Police headlights flash upon my damp, mixed-race eyes
(Black) my hair and my skin
(Black) it's written there on my back
(Black) like soulful music
Black is black, a true beauty
And tell me
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
(Why, why, why, why, I'm born in ghetto)
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
Two dark ones for every light one, it's the rhythm of the night
White, where the addict finds solace
White, where the razor gleams, the knife hidden
White, the voice that cries out
As Pigalle, once fair, spills golden tears
(Black) the memory of taverns
(Black) the coats of transvestites
(Black) death in its shroud
In a sudden gunshot, a slap in the face
And tell me
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
(Why, why, why, why, I′m born in ghetto)
(Why, why, why, why, I don't know)
Two dark ones for one light one, it's written in the tempo
White, where fear brings comfort
White, where the streets drip with drool
White, where morals and numbers ride high
Pigalle turns white when the tanned are in the shade
(Back) towards the golden light
(Back) towards the dense forests
(Back) far from Babylon
I want to go back to the drums that pound
(Why, why, why, why)
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(Why, why, why, why)
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(Why, why, why, why)
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