Текст и перевод песни Mona Lisa - Curriculum vitae

Curriculum vitae

Curriculum Vitae
(Music Michel Grandet/lyrics Francis Poulet)

Vetu en chomeur
Des pattes jusqu'a la crete
Par cette sacree chaleur
Derriere cinquante tetes

Pareil qu'a l'armee
Pendant le defile
Quand le grade se confond
Soldat et canasson

D'un mot sympathique
D'une formule magique
On nuos aide comme on peut
A se sentir mieux:

"Curriculum vitae
Carnet de scolarite
Carte de identite
Et carnet de sante!"

La, je suis la a ecouter
Les cancans d'un gratte-papier
Qui ressemble a mon jiteux
En plus mielleux

Bave, cause toujours
Moi j'dis qu'l bave
Il debite n'importe quoi
Il veut paraitre Intelligent, tels sont
Les gents

Marre, je suis la et j'en ai marre
Marre de passer pour une tare
Aupres de ce type pedant,
Desesperant

Toi, si ce n'etait pas pour toi
Toi Maria que j'etais la
Je serais parti deja, plaquant tout ca

Et bien agace
A force d'en amasser
J'ai failli le laisser
"Papelasser", jacasser

Il est bien penible
Ma raconte la bible
Les deboires de son pere (hic!)
La varicelle du frere

Placeur plein d'egards
Il trouve dans un tiroir
Un job pas complique
Surement a ma portee

J'vais dire a Maria
J'ai eu fin du travail
Cobaye a l'hopital
Elle sera flere de moi.

Curriculum vitae

Curriculum Vitae
(Music Michel Grandet/lyrics Francis Poulet)

Dressed like a bum
From head to toe
By this damn heat
Behind fifty heads

Like in the army
During the parade
When the rank is confused
Soldier and nag

With a nice word
With a magic formula
We are helped as much as we can
To feel better:

"Curriculum Vitae
School record
Identity card
And health card!"

Here I am listening
To the gossip of a paper pusher
Who resembles my jerk
Even more honeyed

Drool, keep talking
I say he drools
He's spouting nonsense
He wants to appear intelligent, that's how
People are

Fed up, I'm here and I'm fed up
Fed up with being considered a freak
With this pompous type,
Desperate

You, if it wasn't for you
You Maria that I was here
I would have left already, leaving all this behind

And well annoyed
By force of hoarding
I almost let him
"Paperize", babble

He's really annoying
He's telling me the bible
His father's misfortunes (hic!)
His brother's chickenpox

Placeman full of consideration
He finds in a drawer
A not complicated job
Surely within my reach

I'm going to tell Maria
I got the end of the job
Guinea pig at the hospital
She will be glad for me.