Текст и перевод песни Les Charlots - T'as les Sixties (inédit)

T'as les Sixties (inédit)

(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)
(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)
(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)

Un jour à ton anniversaire tu manques d'air, c'est la galère
Pour éteindre tes 60 bougies tu t'époumonnes, tu rougis...
T'as les éponges qui sont mitées Hmmmm... calamité!
(Un p'tit beurday to you!)
Tu souffles une fois, deux fois,
Trois fois c'est la honte, ça jette un froid
Tu veux qu'j'te dise, bouffon, t'as atteind l' plafond
C'est la crise, (un p'tit beurday...) - t'as les sixties. (...to you!)

Gueule du matin, chagrin dans la salle de bains
Y'a un gus dans la glace qui te scrute, ça te stresse, ça t'agace
Il a tes airs, il a tes yeux, on dirait toi mais en plus vieux
Toi t'es fier de tes pectoraux, lui il a les lolos ramollos
Toi, t'as les barres de chocolat, lui s'équipe chez Nutella
(Un p'tit beurday to you!)
Je est un autre à dire un mot
Quand tu t'rases c'est le genre de phrase
Que tu murmures à ton mur tout bas devant l' lavabo
'Faut qu'tu t'le dises, bouffon, t'as atteind l' plafond
C'est la crise, (un p'tit beurday...) - t'as les sixties. (...to you!)

Quand les vieillasseries déboulent j'te jure mec, ça file les boules
L'âge de la retraite c'est l'âge de
L'arthrite c'est plus la fête quand t'as plus la frite
Pour rouler tes oinj' c'est l'enfer,
Il t'faut tes verres, y'a rien à faire
Ou... tu fous ton kif par terre
Oh non... (Un p'tit beurday to you!)

Au championnat sport sous la couette,
T'avais la classe, t'étais un as - un athlète!
Là, brother, te fais pas d'illusions: tu joues en deuxième division
Y' a ton p'tit chauve, guimauve! qui baisse la tête
Il est amoureux de tes baskets, ton Barthez, c'est net, c'est net,
Tu veux qu'j'te dise, bouffon, t'as atteind l' plafond
C'est la crise... t'as les sixties...

Mais 'faut pas qu'ça t'mine man,
Reste cool, pense à la belotte, pense au boulot!
Tu fatigues mais t'est pas une bouse, nique le blues!
Prends du viagra, de l'omega 3, d'la B12
Si tu rages sois sage, pense qu'à ton âge y'a des avantages
La carte senior c'est trop fort,
Le d'mi-tarif SNCF c'est tout bénef' (to you...!)
À 300 à l'heure tous le jours tu peux t'offrir le Luxembourg
Pour cent-cinquante balles, c'est d'la balle...
(Un p'tit beurday to you!)

Et pense aussi à la sécu, tu vas pouvoir poser ton cul
160 trimestres t'as trimé, t'es sur le sable, arrête de ramer
Pose ta faucille, pose ton marteau, basta l'métro-boulot-dodo
Si la vie est un gâteau dis-toi qu'tu vas bouffer la c'rise
T'as gagné l'pompon, bouffon,
Fini la crise (to you!), t'as les sixties...

(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)
(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)
(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)
(Un p'tit beurday - to you!)

(Oh mister president...)

You've Got the Sixties (unreleased)

(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)

One day on your birthday you'll be short of breath, it's a drag
To blow out your 60 candles you're straining, you're blushing...
Your lungs are moth-eaten Hmmmm... calamity!
(A little birthday to you!)
You blow out once, twice,
Three times is a shame, it chills the air
Let me tell you, my dear, you've hit your ceiling
It's a crisis, (a little birthday...) - you've got the sixties. (...to you!)

Morning face, sorrow in the bathroom
There's a guy in the mirror who scrutinizes you, it stresses you out, it irritates you
He has your looks, he has your eyes, he looks like you but older
You're proud of your pecs, he has saggy boobs
You've got the chocolate bars, he shops at Nutella
(A little birthday to you!)
I am another as they say
When you shave it's the kind of sentence
That you whisper to your wall softly in front of the sink
You must tell yourself, my dear, you've hit your ceiling
It's a crisis, (a little birthday...) - you've got the sixties. (...to you!)

When old age rolls around, I swear man, it's a pain in the ass
Retirement age is the age of
Arthritis is no longer a party when you've lost your taste for it
Rolling your joints is a pain,
You need your glasses, there's nothing you can do
Or... you'll drop your shit on the floor
Oh no... (A little birthday to you!)

In the sports under the duvet championship,
You used to be a class act, you were an ace - an athlete!
Now, brother, don't kid yourself: you're playing in the second division
There's your little baldy, marshmallow! who lowers his head
He's in love with your sneakers, your Barthez, it's clear, it's clear
Let me tell you, my dear, you've hit your ceiling
It's a crisis... you've got the sixties...

But don't let it get you down, man,
Stay cool, think about playing cards, think about your job!
You're tired but you're not a loser, fuck the blues!
Take some Viagra, Omega-3, B12
If you're angry, be wise, think that at your age there are benefits
The senior citizen card is great,
The SNCF half-fare is all good (to you...!)
You can afford Luxembourg every day at 300 an hour
For a hundred and fifty bucks, it's a steal...
(A little birthday to you!)

And also think about Social Security, you're going to be able to put your feet up
You've worked 160 quarters, you're on the beach, stop rowing
Put down your sickle, put down your hammer, no more subway-work-bed
If life is a cake, tell yourself you're going to eat the crisis
You've won the prize, my dear,
No more crisis (to you!), you've got the sixties...

(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)

(Oh Mr. President...)