Текст и перевод песни Michel Jonasz - Les ricochets

Les ricochets

Tu t' souviens? la communale
Quand je m' faisais dispenser d' gym
Et qu'on s'tirait d'ce gardenal
T'? tais ma lollypop, mon dream
J' braquais ta station service, b? b? cadum
Et j'? tais jaloux d'Elvis, US go home
On ruinait Fats Domino
Et les pieds dans l' caniveau
On ramassait des p'tits cailloux
Et on faisait des ricochets
Vague l?, vague l'eau

Et puis voil? les gosses? a pousse
Et t' as mis tes bottes de sept lieux
Sur mon t? l? phone y a d'la mousse
Depuis qu' t'as quitt? cette banlieue
Pas l' temps d'poser mon cartable, tu m'as laiss?
Comme un galet sur le sable, qu'on pousse du pied
Mon foie, mes poumons, mes os
Mon c? ur roule dans l' caniveau
Et l' tien qu'est dur comme un caillou
Dans mon cr? ne fait des ricochets
Vague l?, vague l'eau

Autant de joies ou d' chagrins d'amour
Autant de blancs, de noirs cailloux
De diamants ou de pav? s lourds
Qu' les gens portent accroch? s au cou
Et toutes ces larmes de pierre que j'ai sem? es
Ces g? om? tres de barri? re les ont coul? es
Dans du b? ton, des aglos
Dans cette ville sans caniveau
O? j' rebondis comme un caillou
Qui ne fait que des ricochets
Vague l?, vague l'eau
Vague l?, vague l'eau

The Bounces

Do you remember? The elementary school
When I was getting excused from gym
And we were sneaking out of that classroom
You were my lollypop, my dream
I would hold up your gas station, B-B Cadum
And I was jealous of Elvis, U.S., go home
We were ruining Fats Domino
With our feet in the gutter
We would collect little pebbles
And skip them across the water
Ripple here, ripple there

And then suddenly we were kids no more
And you put on your seven-league boots
My phone line is covered in moss
Since you left that suburb
I didn't have time to put down my school bag, you left me
Like a pebble on the sand, that you push with your foot
My liver, my lungs, my bones
My heart rolls in the gutter
And yours, which is hard as a rock
Skips across the surface of my skull
Ripple here, ripple there

So many joys or sorrows of love
So many white, black stones
Diamonds or heavy paving stones
That people wear around their necks
And all those tears of stone that I have sown
These barricades have separated them
In concrete, in broken glass
In this city with no gutters
Where I bounce like a stone
That only skips across the water
Ripple here, ripple there
Ripple here, ripple there