Текст и перевод песни Pierre Perret - Le service militaire

Le service militaire

C′est bien parce que j'aime autant l′arm? e que les flics
Que mes couplets d'un mauvais go? t syst? matique
Vous racontent en trois coups de gamelle
Trois petits tours dans une poubelle
Comment on se retrouve? vingt ans
Cr? tin hilare et d? cadent

{Refrain:}
Qu'est-ce qu′on rit.
Au service militaire
C′est merveilleux mes amis
J'aime ma m? re la patrie
Je la servirai toute la vie

Sa langue? paisse? tait charg? e comme un mulet
La voix cass? e par les ballons de muscadet
Le chef qui sentait la choucroute
Gueulait des j′en ai rien? foutre
Quand quelqu'un lui disait bonsoir
Il r? pondait j′veux rien savoir

{Au Refrain}

Quand le major nous parle d'hygi? ne on voit ses crocs
Plus noirs que la conscience de mon impr? sario
On devine? son haleine discr? te
Qu′y se les brique avec une chaussette
Y peut voir Chicago content
C'est pas lui qu'on traitera de sale blanc

{Au Refrain}

Y a un muscl? il a demand? rempiler
L′est si ouvert que dans le civil tout lui est ferm?
Quand il nage dans la vinasse
Y nous sort des plaisanteries grasses
Et la photo de sa Marion
A poil comme un morceau de savon

{Au Refrain}

Je rencontre parfois des vieux poteaux d′antan
Qui se tapent sur les cuisses en parlant du vieux temps
Si je r? prime ma tristesse
Mon envie de leur botter les fesses
C'est qu′au prochain casse-pipe joyeux
Y faudra bien des mecs comme eux

{Au Refrain}

Aujourd'hui on nous pr? tend que tout va changer
Que pour? tre intelligent suffisait d′y penser
Les casernes feront peau neuve
On va placarder ce chef-d'? uvre
Ordre aux grad? s b? tes et m? chants
D′? tre un peu moins cons qu'avant

{Au Refrain}

Military Service

It's because I love the army as much as the cops
That my verses of bad taste, systematic
Tell you in three shots of mess hall slop
Three little turns in a garbage can
How you end up twenty
An idiot, gleeful and decadent

{Chorus:}
Oh, how we laugh.
In the military service
It's marvelous, my darlin'
I love my motherland
I will serve her all my life

His language, it dripped with profanity like a mule
His voice was broken by balloons of cheap wine
The chief, who reeked of sauerkraut
Yelled, "I don't give a damn."
When someone said good evening to him
He answered, "I don't want to know."

{Chorus:}

When the major talks to us about hygiene, we see his teeth
Blacker than the conscience of my manager
We guess that his breath is not so hot
When he polishes them with a sock
He can see Chicago in there
He's no one who will be called a dirty white

{Chorus:}

There's a muscle head who asked to re-enlist
He's so open that in civilian life everything is closed to him
When he swims in the wine
He tells us dirty jokes
And shows us a picture of his Marion
Naked as a bar of soap

{Chorus:}

Sometimes I meet up with old buddies from back then
Who slap their thighs and talk about the old days
If I hold back my sadness
My desire to kick their butts
It's because in the next joyride of war
We'll need guys like them

{Chorus:}

Today, they tell us that everything is going to change
That to be intelligent, all you have to do is think about it
The barracks will get a face-lift
They're going to hang this masterpiece
Order to the stupid and mean sergeants
To be a little less dumb than before

{Chorus:}