Le paysan il me chicane -voleur de poule-

Another touch of the old school Thanks for liking, friends, for sharing, even commenting Strength to you, strength to us Lyrics of the song: Peasant Ugly with big teeth Crazy about these dead Peasant Ugly with big teeth Crazy about these dead I arrive peacefully with my cousins We settle down there, chilling in a corner We laugh a little, we put on some songs Simple atmosphere, no trouble, no jerks Then the peasant comes out, angry He gives us a hard time without even saying a word Ugly with big teeth, he clenches his fists It looks like he wants to beat someone up He shouts loudly as if he's crazy While we're not doing anything at all He starts saying you guys leave here I give him a hard time, I think to myself he's gone The peasant is giving me grief Left, right, he's getting carried away you And me, tonight we're gonna have a go at it Your dead man's slap is gonna hurt You peasant, look at me Why are you getting so worked up Come dance instead of yelling You and me, buddy, or we'll get it He's giving me grief, he won't let it go He barks, he talks, he takes in the air He says we're making too much noise But it's him we hear at night He threatens with his old land Like he's a king or an elder He says I'm gonna put you in the manure I laugh, I start singing I tell him calm down, farmer, come relax Nobody here wants to mess with you But the more I talk, the angrier he gets He's gonna join the dead underground The peasant is giving me grief Left, right, he's getting carried away You and me, tonight we're gonna have a go at it Your dead man's slap It's gonna hurt You peasant, look at me Why are you getting so worked up? Come dance instead of yelling You and me, buddy, or we'll get it The song rises, the sound resonates Even the peasant gives up I see his feet starting to move Even though he tries to hide it He looks around, he doesn't know what to do anymore His angry expression begins to fade He wanted to kick us out at first But now he's sticking with it He takes one step, then another He forgets everything, even his mistakes And I smile when I see him The peasant dances gently The peasant is teasing me Left, right, he's getting carried away You and me tonight we're gonna get it Your slap is gonna hurt You peasant, look at me Why are you getting so worked up? Come dance instead of yelling You and me, buddy, or we'll get it met dicave mal without even speaking fou de tes morts