Maes – La guitare Lyrics
Artist: Maes
Song: La guitare
Ramener la tonne, j’en rêvais quand j’étais revendeur
Ma plume rouille pas, j’écris de l’or, j’suis diamantaire
J’compte plus les jours au mitard, j’ai le ventre vide
J’souris quand j’sais qu’le bicraveur a fait du chiffre
J’ai passé mon temps sur l’rrain-te, on a tiré, les autres ont plainté
Toka’ sort du froc, j’parle après, j’bédave, j’arrondis les angles
Le gris Montaigne, le gris nardo, le Louis Vuitton [Han, han
J’suis écouté de la Sardaigne à Abidjan [Han, han
Mandât d’dépôt, j’suis déféré, j’suis arrivant [Han, han
Ça vise la tête : ra-ta-ta-ta
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Maes – Ouïghours
Maes – Kalenji
La guitare Lyrics – English Translation
Bring the ton, I dreamed when I was a reseller
My feather rusts, I write from gold, I’m diamond
I incomplete more on the Mitard, I have an empty belly
I die when I know that the bicraver has made a number
I spent my time on the Rrain-Te, we pulled the others complained
Toka ‘out of the frock, I talk after, I Bedave, I arronded the angles
The gray Montaigne, the gray Nardo, the Louis Vuitton [Han, Han
I listened to Sardinia in Abidjan [Han, Han
Deposit, I’m referred, I’m coming [Han, Han
It’s aimed at: Ra-Ta-Ta-Ta
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Maes Lyrics – La guitare
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From the album:
Guitare Mystique
Release Year: 1976