Showing posts with label Jacques Dutronc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jacques Dutronc. Show all posts

Sunday, December 3, 2023

English Translation of "A Tout Berzinge" by Jacques Dutronc

Song: A Tout Berzinge 

Artist: Jacques Dutronc

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 In 5 seconds 
I drink my “Blanc sec”,*
At full speed
I flatter myself,
At full volume
I sing my hits

You’re rushed, pressurized 
Life goes quick wherever you live 
You have to charge forward in order to survive 
And belong to the elite corps 

Full steam ahead 
I give them flowers, 
At top speed 
I celebrate them, 
At full throttle 
I put back on my clothes 

But don’t think that with girls 
I’m a pressure cooker**
Because in reality, with girls, 
I’m a “coco minute”***

In a cafeteria
I eat a steak, 
In a snack bar 
I drink cognac, 
In the pharmacies****
That’s where I flirt 

But don’t think that with girls 
I’m a pressure cooker**
Because in reality, with girls, 
I’m a “coco minute”***

In less than two 
I tell them, “I want you”, 
In two turns 
I’ve made three moves 
In five seconds 
They’re soaked

I’m in a hurry, hurry, hurry 
My life goes fast, very fast, too fast 
I have to charge forward without hesitation. 


*A type of white wine. 

**In French a pressure cooker is called a “cocotte minute”, or “minute cooker”. Which leads us to the next point…

***So I’m not entirely sure what this means, it seems to be a play on words that I’m going to struggle to explain. Basically from the previous line you’re expecting him to make a joke like he doesn’t last a minute, he last longer. Instead, he says “coco minute”, which is literally “coconut minute”. The play on words is two fold: first, coco is shorter than cocotte, making it seem like it’s even shorter, which is humorous. Second, cocotte is a very female word, both grammatically and in use, and can be used to apply to mistresses and prostitutes. Coco is very masculine, so it can be used to refer to a male lover, or as you would use “guy” in English (as well as coke (the white kind) and commies(the red kind), which we’re not going to expand on here). So it’s like saying “you think I last a minute cause I’m in a rush? No, I last a manly minute”. Something like that. 
Maybe someone smarter than me can correct me. 

****He says "dans les drugs" here, which literally is "in the drugs". Around this time the word "drugstore" was popularly used instead of "pharmacie", so I went with a slang interpretation, but I could be wrong with my interpretation. 

Saturday, December 2, 2023

English Translation of "Le Responsable" by Jacques Dutronc

Song: Le Responsable 

Artist: Jacques Dutronc

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I’m worried, I’m bored 
I’m in trouble, I’m tormented 
I have no morale, I have no money 
I have no luck, I have no friends 
I’m unlucky, I have taxes
I have hay sickness, I have a toothache
But I don’t want to become someone new
Because I like the hassle 
I am a responsible man 
I don’t hide my head in the sand 
I don’t want to sing like a grandfather 
In life, you shouldn’t worry 
Because if I worry myself today 
It’s because yesterday, he laughed
And tomorrow if I have kids 
I want them to have happy lives 
The more worries I have, the better it is 
I whisk them away like whey 
What I love more than anything is worrying 
I feast on it all the time 
But I also love disasters 
That place my life in an apostrophe 
When things are going well I’m unhappy 
When things are going bad I’m very happy 
I am a responsible man 
I don’t hide my head in the sand 
I don’t want to sing like a grandfather 
In life, you shouldn’t worry 
And I want to sing on the contrary 
In life you have to worry 
In order to always be united 
With people like me who see clearly 
I am a responsible man
I am a responsible man
I am a responsible man
I am a responsible man


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*I'm not sure what this means and it doesn't appear to exist on the internet. It's not hay fever, it may be an outdated term that I'm unable to research from 70 years ago. 

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