Lyrics Jann Halexander – La Mort du Salaud

La Mort du Salaud Lyrics – Jann Halexander

Singer: Jann Halexander
Title: La Mort du Salaud

Ce grand salaud va rendre l’âme
C’est pas trop tôt, nous dit sa femme
Il l’a trompé sans état d’âme
Pour lui, elle a perdu la flamme

Elle le regarde, tout soupirant
Elle attend le précieux moment
Avec une bouteille de crémant
Moi j’ai apporté des croissants

Refrain
Il fait tout noir dans la demeure
On attend sagement qu’il meurt
Mais y’a d’la joie et je demeure

On a préparé le cercueil !
Ce grand salaud pousse un soupir
Je vois son fils, vraiment ravi
Qui a connu surtout le pire

Avec ce père de parodie
Il a la clé du coffre-fort
Et cache précieus#ment le curare
Tuer quelqu’un c’est pas son fort

Il faut dire que pour lui c’est rare
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Ce grand salaud a les joues grises
Le corps en cloques, l’oeil qui se vide

Sa fille ne joue plus les soumises
De sa mort elle devient avide
N’allez pas croire qu’il l’a cherché
Les autres ne sont pas des saints

Seulement il les a fait chié
Croyez-moi c’était à dessein
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La Mort du Salaud – English Translation

This grand b#stard will make the soul
It’s not too early, tells us his wife
He cheated her without a state of mind
For him, she lost the flame

She looks at him, all sighing
She is waiting for the precious moment
With a bottle of creative
I brought croissants

Chorus
It does all black in the house
We wait wisely he dies
But there is joy and I live

We prepared the coffin!
This big b#stard pushes a sigh
I see his son, really delighted
Who has known mostly the worst

With this father of parody
He has the key to the safe
And cache curare
Kill someone is not his strong

It must be said that for him it’s rare
R
This grand b#stard has gray cheeks
The body in blisters, the eye that is empty

His daughter no longer plays the submissive
From his death it becomes greedy
Do not believe he searched for him
The others are not saints

Only he made them died
Believe me it was on purpose
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Lyrics Jann Halexander – La Mort du Salaud

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