Текст и перевод песни Jean-Luc Lahaye - Djemila des Lilas

Djemila des Lilas

Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani

Djemila a quinze ans
L′âge soie, l'âge faon
Dans un short en satin
Qu′elle porte le matin
Elle va faire son jogging
Sous un walkman qui swingue
L'Algérie, le croissant
Loin d'ici, pas le temps pas le temps

Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila

Sa mini de chez Tati
La dévoile sensuelle
Ces regards qui la frôlent
Ça l′égare, ça l′affole
Le Coran, en ce moment
Elle l'aimerait tolérant
Elle l′aimerait moins austère
Moins collant moins colère moins amer

Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila

Djemila ne lit pas
Elle échappe à ses frères
Elle s'en moque, y a le rock
Qu′est plus fou
Bien plus fou elle s'en fou

Djemila des lilas, frêle gazelle des ruelles
Mets du bleu sur ses yeux
De la fièvre sur ses lèvres
Et loin de Khomeiny elle imite Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila

Djemila of the Lilacs

Djemila of the lilacs, delicate gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny, she imitates Adjani

Djemila is fifteen years old
The age of silk, the age of fawns
In satin shorts
That she wears in the morning
She goes jogging
Under a walkman that swings
Algeria, the crescent moon
Far away, no time, no time

Djemila of the lilacs, delicate gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny, she imitates Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila

Her mini from Tati
Unveils her sensually
Those looks that brush against her
They mislead her, they drive her crazy
The Koran, at the moment
She would like it to be tolerant
She would like it to be less austere
Less sticky, less angry, less bitter

Djemila of the lilacs, delicate gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny, she imitates Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila

Djemila doesn't read
She escapes from her brothers
She doesn't care, there's rock
Which is crazier
Much crazier, she doesn't care

Djemila of the lilacs, delicate gazelle of the alleyways
Put some blue on her eyes
A fever on her lips
And far from Khomeiny, she imitates Adjani
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila, Djemila
Djemila, Djemila, Djemila