Текст и перевод песни Robert Charlebois - Les années de Gaulle

Les années de Gaulle

Y'avait les communistes
Les chars à Budapest
Hô Chi Minh et sa piste
Mao et son faux col
Face aux capitalistes
Qu'ils fuyaient comme la peste
Nous voilà tous pacifistes
Du pôle Sud au North Pole

Now you look to the east
And you look in the West
C'était beaucoup moins triste
Quand on tournait sa veste

Dans les années de Gaulle
C'était beaucoup plus drôle
Chacun twistait son rôle
Son rock, son rock and roll

Y'a même plus un gauchiste
Un chanteur qui proteste
Un seul mur qui résiste
Un Mandela en taule

Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, bout de christ
Y'a plus rien qui nous reste
À nous autres pauvres artistes
Pour écrire nos paroles

Now, you look to the East
And you look to the West
C'était beaucoup moins triste
Quand on tournait sa veste

Dans les années de Gaulle
C'était beaucoup plus drôle
Chacun twistait son rôle
Son rock, son rock and roll

Y'a bien les terroristes
Et tout le monde les déteste
Des punks, des skins fascistes
Qui se battent à coups de batte de baseball au football

À part les intégristes
Le seul régime qu'on conteste
C'est pas celui des castristes
C'est le taux de cholestérol

Now, you look to the East
And you look to the West
C'était beaucoup moins triste
Quand on tournait sa veste

Dans les années de Gaulle
C'était beaucoup plus drôle
Chacun twistait son rôle
Son rock, son rock and roll

Rock and roll

Les années de Gaulle

There were Communists
Tanks in Budapest
Ho Chi Minh and his trail
Mao and his fake collar
Facing the capitalists
That they fled like the plague
Here we are all pacifists
From the South Pole to the North Pole

Now you look to the east
And you look in the West
It was much less sad
When we turned our jacket

In the years of de Gaulle
It was much more funny
Everyone twisted their role
His rock, his rock and roll

There's not even a leftist anymore
A singer who protests
Only one wall that resists
A Mandela in jail

What are we going to do, for chrissakes
There's nothing left for us
To us poor artists
To write our lyrics

Now, you look to the East
And you look to the West
It was much less sad
When we turned our jacket

In the years of de Gaulle
It was much more funny
Everyone twisted their role
His rock, his rock and roll

There are indeed terrorists
And everyone hates them
Punks, fascist skins
Who fight with baseball bats at soccer

Apart from the fundamentalists
The only regime we challenge
It's not that of the Castroists
It's the cholesterol level

Now, you look to the East
And you look to the West
It was much less sad
When we turned our jacket

In the years of de Gaulle
It was much more funny
Everyone twisted their role
His rock, his rock and roll

Rock and roll