Текст и перевод песни Chantal Goya - Becassine Is My Cousine (rap French version)

Becassine Is My Cousine (rap French version)

Elle est née un beau matin dans un berceau de bois
Son père et sa mère n'en revenaient pas
De voir cet enfant rose dodue à la fois
Avec un nez qu'on ne voyait pas
Aussitôt le village se préparait déjà
Pour venir fêter ce baptême, mais voilà
Il fallait un nom, elle n'en avait pas
Mais son papa qui se trouvait là
A dit: "puisqu'elle ira en classe,
A Clocher les Bécasses
Moi j'ai trouvé comment il faut l'appeler"
Bécassine, c'est ma cousine
Bécassine, on est voisine
Quand je m'en vais voir ma grand-mère
Qui habite au bord de la mer
Je retrouve ma Bécassine
Qui m'emmène au bout de la terre
Bécassine, c'est ma cousine
Bécassine, eh là cousine!
Marie-qui-louche m'amuse beaucoup
Ensemble on fait les quatre cents coups
Bécassine, tu nous rends fous
Un soir Bécassine est parti pour le pensionnat
Aider les enfants pour les vacances à Etretat
Je m'ennuyais d'elle, on s'écrivait, oui mais voilà
Ce n'était plus du tout comme autrefois
Quand je partais avec elle à la ville, dans son automobile
Dans son avion, faire des loopings au-dessus des îles
X3
Becassine is my cousine,
Becassine is my voisine
Oh when I'm feel I'm getting high
I like dancing all the night,
I find again my Becassine and all together we get high.
Becassine...

Becassine Is My Cousine (rap French version)

She was born one sunny morning in a wooden crib
Her father and mother couldn't believe it
To see that pink and plump child at the same time
With a nose that was invisible
Immediately the village was already preparing
To come and celebrate this baptism, but here it is
A name was needed, she didn't have one
But her father who was there
Said: "since she will go to class,
To Clocher les Bécasses
I have found what she should be called"
Becassine, she is my cousin
Becassine, we are neighbors
When I go to see my grandmother
Who lives by the sea
I meet my Becassine again
Who takes me to the end of the earth
Becassine, she is my cousin
Becassine, hey there cousin!
Marie-qui-louche amuses me a lot
Together we do the four hundred tricks
Becassine, you make us crazy
One evening Becassine left for boarding school
To help the children for the holidays in Etretat
I missed her, we wrote to each other, yes but here it is
It was no longer like before
When I would go with her to the city, in her car
In her plane, doing loops over the islands
X3
Becassine is my cousin,
Becassine is my neighbor
Oh when I feel I'm getting high
I like dancing all night long,
I find my Becassine again and all together we get high.
Becassine...