Galanton [English translation]

Smooth talker...

You’re not about to say no

Drunkenness doesn’t turn your head

It takes much more than that to make you drop

You stand up to everyone

You’re the best, the finest

My lad!

You look good in anything

Girls like you a lot and a lot’s quite something

Your pockets are always scented with grilled maize

You always carry your grigri to protect you from witches

Respect yourself, respect others

In the village of Rema-Rema, they’re all talking about you

O Santo Domingo, help him

Save him from danger

Aaah...

You’re the best, the finest...

You’re not about to say no

Drunkenness doesn’t turn your head

It takes much more than that to make you drop

The day you don’t have the upper hand they’ll all be talking about it

You stand up to everyone

Smooth talker...

You look good in anything

Girls like you a lot and a lot’s quite something

Your pockets are always scented with grilled maize

You always carry your grigri to protect you from witches

Respect yourself, respect others

In the village of Rema-Rema, they’re all talking about you

O Santo Domingo, help him

Save him from danger

Aaaah

If it was up to you alone, champion,

Instead of working in the fields, you’d dance the “tchabéta”

And at sowing time, you’d play the accordion

Watch out, because you need a roof for your children

And enough to feed them

You have plenty to tell

Just listening to you, the girls go crazy

And you only want the prettiest

You don’t care what people say

But watch out, everything can change

And all that’ll be left of you

Is a memory for the record

Smooth talker

Smooth talker

My lad!