Текст и перевод песни Lynda Lemay - Un golfeur (Live 2010)

Un golfeur (Live 2010)

Il avait les mains larges
Les épaules carrées
Il avait un visage
Maturés, basané
Je n'avais a me plaindre
D'aucunes fautes de gout
Tiré à quatre épingles
Il arrivait chez nous
J'aimais son apparence
Dans ses chemises en lin
Il me rappelais je pense
Mes romans Arlequin
Un soir visant mes hanches
Il me tendit un bras
Et l'rebord de sa manche
Du coup se retroussa
Adieu le grand coup d'foudre
J'ai vu que son bronzage
N'allait que d'la main au coude
Et du coup au visage
Adieux homme de rêve
Ah non mais quel horreur
J'suis passé a deux lèvres
D'embrasser un golfeur
Ca s'prend pour des athlètes
Mais c'est mou des abdos
Ca roule en voiturette
CA manque de libido
C'est bein juste excité
Deux mains sur leur bâton
A essayer de viser
Des trous border d'gazon
Ca s'habille en jaune pale
Ca s'tiens le p'tit corp droit
Ca s'retrouve entre mâle
Ca aime un peu trop ca
Ca s'attarde au vestiaire
Ca s'compare le putter
Puis sa va boire d'la bière
Puis c'est dont d'bonne humeur
Ca s'leve à l'heure des poules
Pour fuire leurs p'tites famille
Jusqu'au soir ou sa saoule et puis qu'sa veut plus rvenir
Sa s'redonne rendez vous pour le lendemain matin
Pour un autre 18 trous
Entre très bon copains
Ca r'viens a contre cœur vers leurs femme debout
Qui dit "As tu vu l'heure " et puis qui fait l'marabout
Ca fait semblant d'pas voir la jaquette en satin
Qu'elle porte pour faire valoir
Ses jolis petit seins
Sa attend qu'la crise passe
Puis sa tombe endormis
Sa rêve a leurs club house
Sa reve a leurs caddies ...

A Golfer (Live 2010)

He had big hands
Broad shoulders
He had a face
Mature, sun-kissed
I had no reason to complain
About any fashion faux-pas
Dressed to the nines
He would come to our place
I liked his appearance
In his linen shirts
He reminded me, I think,
Of my Harlequin romances
One evening, aiming at my hips
He reached out an arm to me
And the cuff of his sleeve
Suddenly rolled up
Farewell, great thunderbolt
I saw that his tan
Only went from his hands to his elbows
And suddenly, on his face
Farewell, dream man
Oh, what horror!
I came within a hair's breadth
Of kissing a golfer
They think they're athletes
But they have soft abs
They drive around in golf carts
They lack libido
They're only really excited
When their two hands are on their club
Trying to aim for
Holes bordered with grass
They wear pale yellow
They hold their little bodies straight
They meet up with their buddies
They like it a little too much
They linger in the locker room
They compare putters
Then they go out for a beer
And then they're in a good mood
They get up at the crack of dawn
To escape their little families
Until the evening when they're drunk and don't want to come back
They make another date for the next morning
For another 18 holes
With their very good buddies
They reluctantly return to their wives, who are standing there
Saying, "Do you see the time?" and then playing the shrew
They pretend not to notice the satin jacket
That she's wearing to show off
Her nice little breasts
They wait for the crisis to pass
Then they fall asleep
They dream of their clubhouse
They dream of their caddies ...