Текст и перевод песни Mononc' Serge feat. Anonymus - Ogunquit 2.0

Ogunquit 2.0

Toute la nuit j′ai couru bourré de troquet en troquet
Quand soudain le frère André m'apparaît
Du coup, moi j′en profite pour y d'mander si Ogunquit
C'est une bonne place pour manger des hot dogs

Le thaumaturge acquiesce, fa qu′j′traverse toutes les Cantons de l'Est
Vers les lignes par la famine emporté
Arrivé à la douane j′lâche un pet y sort d'la boucane
Et toutes les grosses polices rient d′un rire de boeufs

Un des boeufs à grandes mains poilues
Curieux de voir mes deux belles grosses couilles
Charge ses longs doigts lettes de m'soumettre à la fouille
Il fouine comme un furet pour enfin trouver dans ma raie
Un joint d′pot qui s'y faisait macérer

Profitant de c'que l′boeuf avait la tête entre mes deux cuisses
J′en lâche un, lui m'rote un rapport de police
Et le monde carcéral me parut soudain si rural
J′étais bien, l'amour revenait dans ma ville
Et les boeufs chantèrent

ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN

Ce n′est pas sans une larme que j'ai quitté le poste de douane
Où j′avais passé de si beaux moments
Chu rentré à maison par toutes sortes de pistes de ski d'fond
En chantant fort et mal mon beau sapin

Depuis ce jour mes amis chu barré aux États-Unis
Où Boudrias descend de temps en temps
Il m'reste pour m′consoler mes vieux albums de Paul Piché
Et le village québécois d′antan
Ainsi que cette chanson

ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN

Ogunquit 2.0

All night I ran wasted from tavern to tavern
When suddenly Brother André appears to me
Therefore, I took the opportunity to ask him if Ogunquit
Is a good place to eat hot dogs

The miracle worker acquiesces, so I cross the Eastern Townships
Towards the borders taken by hunger
Arriving at customs, I drop one and smoke comes out
And all the big policemen laugh like oxen

An ox with hairy great hands
Curious to see my two fine, big balls
Chargers his long, hairy fingers to subject me to the search
He rummages like a ferret to finally find in my butt
A joint that was macerating there

Taking advantage of the fact that the ox had its head between my two thighs
I drop one, he burps me a police report
And the prison world suddenly seemed so rural to me
I was good, love was returning to my town
And the oxen sang

ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN

It is not without a tear that I left the customs post
Where I had spent such beautiful moments
I returned home via all sorts of cross-country ski trails
Singing loudly and badly my beautiful tree

Since that day my friends, I've been barred from the United States
Where Boudrias descends from time to time
I have left to console me my old Paul Piché albums
And the old-fashioned Quebec village
As well as this song

ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN