Faut Pas Tiser En Bretagne [English translation]

Oh here, is what happened to me in Brittany

A fucking story

Do not drink no, don't drink in Brittany (X2)

The suburbanite dreamt of that ! I'm still wondering why I was atop a lighthouse . The sea was rough, there was fog. The wind slammed the doors and sometimes I was in the dark. When a SOS caused some noised in the room, a cry for help, a goddess voice. But should I do, me who knew nothing ? Answer in the manner of a true sailor. Heloo madam, do you copy me ? I'm taking the upper hand, yes the Mic, now it's up to you. No real answer, loud and clear. Just the sound of the sea, the wind blows a bit of breeze. I went on, talking, chatting, lauching announces. But no answer. I think I was alone on that fucking rock. No friends, no alcohol, imagine the shock !

Do not drink no, don't drink in Brittany.(X4)

My head in my hands, I didn't understand a thing. That dream was turning into a nightmare, alone in a lighthouse it was morbid. When I heard a knocking at the lighthouse's door, was there a hope ? I rushed in, without thinking or even apprehending the number of stairs that staircase had. Arrived at the huge oak door I breathed, I needed oxygen. At that moment I opened my eyes wide, behind the wind , the rain, I discovered a thing most uncommon, a figure not very clear, amidst the storm. Imagine my face ! I was panicking ! I started to shout. This thing, well that guy, by opposition he cracked up laughing and that's not the worse. The reason ! That's the third verse that will tell you about it.

Do not drink no, don't drink in Brittany.(X4)

Why did I take the time to tell you this? Because here comes the moment where shame falls on me, because the vision of that guy standing near, it wad my buddy Cédric asking me to wake up ! Indeed ! I was laying on a shingle beach ! I had my head in a haze. Cause drinking a saturday night in a region of hard party-goers, I needed training first, I hd none, it was too late. Here's why I was done sleeping off on the shore. And that voice for the elders, it is no dream. They told me the story of a lady of the night in sorrow, who ended up her days to become a mermaid. From what I heard, she takes care of a lot of sailors. Where is the truth in that, I cannot say. There's no morale or lesson to this story. I'm thanking all the bretons, kenavo/good bye.

Do not drink no, don't drink in Brittany.