Текст и перевод песни Patachou - A Biribi

A Biribi

Y en a qui font la mauvais' tête
Au régiment,
I's tir' au cul, ils font la bête
Inutil'ment
Quand i's veulent pus fair' l'exercice
Et tout l' fourbi
On les envoi' fair' leur service
A Biribi.

A Biribi, c'est en Afrique
Où qu'le pus fort
Est obligé d'poser sa chique
Et d'fair' le mort;
Où que l'pus malin désespère
De fair' chibi,
Car on peut jamais s'faire la paire,
A Biribi.

A Biribi, c'est là qu'on marche,
Faut pas flancher
Quand le chaouch crie: "En avant! marche!"
I' faut marcher,
Et quand on veut fair' des épates,
C'est peau d'zebi:
On vous fout les fers aux quat' pattes
A Biribi.

A Biribi, c'est là qu'on crève
De soif et d'faim
C'est là qu'i faut marner sans treve
Jusqu'à la fin!...
Le soir, on pense à la famille,
Sous le bourbi...
On pleure encor' quand on roupille,
A Biribi.

A Biribi, c'est là qu'on râle
On râle en rut,
La nuit on entend hurler l'mâle
Qu'aurait pas cru
Qu'un jour i' s'rait forcé d' connaître
Mam'zelle Bibi,
Car tôt ou tard il faut en être,
A Biribi.

On est sauvag', lâche et féroce,
Quand on en r'vient...
Si par hasard on fait un gosse,
On se souvient...
On aim'rait mieux, quand on s'rappelle
C'qu'on a subi,
Voir son enfant à la Nouvelle
Qu'à Biribi.

A Biribi

There are those who make a bad face
In the regiment,
They shoot at the backside, they pretend to be beasts
Uselessly
When they no longer want to do their exercise
And all the chores
They send them to do their service
At Biribi.

At Biribi, it's in Africa
Where the strongest
Must give up their chewed tobacco
And play dead;
Where the smartest despair
Of making a little money,
Because you can never get together,
At Biribi.

At Biribi, it's where we march,
We mustn't give way
When the sergeant shouts: "Forward! March!
You must march,
And when you want to show off,
It's too bad:
They put you in irons on all fours
At Biribi.

At Biribi, it's where we die
Of thirst and hunger
It's where we must work without rest
Until the end!...
In the evening, we think of our families,
Under the mud...
We still cry when we fall asleep,
At Biribi.

At Biribi, it's where we rant
We rant in heat,
At night we hear the male howling
Who would not have believed
That one day he would be forced to know
Mam'zelle Bibi,
Because sooner or later you have to be there,
At Biribi.

We are savage, cowardly and fierce,
When we return...
If by chance we have a child,
We remember...
We would rather, when we remember
What we have endured,
See his child in New Caledonia
Than at Biribi.