Majorette [English translation]

People just came to see us

It makes them happy to hear our fanfare

We have green uniforms and caps

Me, to look better I put on shoulder pads

My tuba winds up, like a constrictor boa

I scrubbed it so much that it looks like gold

Its shining bell is my halo

You can see you in it, distorts it crinkles

I walk all behind with the drums

Lips stuck to my mouthpiece

Thunder the bass, resound the cymbals

Storm the trumpets, village fair

I like to parade dressed like everyone else

Usually they make fun of me

So I like to be confused with

The notary's son, the manager of the grocery store

Me, I collect the leaves for the municipality

And the cheerleaders hop in time

Masterfully led by the Queen of Dance

Her name is Nadège, she is amazingly beautiful

Besides, we are all in love with her

She looks like, with her ponytail

A mermaid with normal legs

Her red mini skirt that I really like

Because we see her panties all the time

Bridge pose, somersault, bending

A step aside, while smiling

She throws her stick which she catches every time

And resumes walking up the knees

"You are beautiful like a fairy, like Miss Picardie,

A TV girl, a Ferrari "

That's what was in the letter I sent to her

She doesn't know it was me, I didn't dare to sign

Because there is a problem, he is a soldier

He's got a nice uniform, a real one, from the air force

He does his service at the barracks next door

At the fun fair Nadège kissed him

I too could have had the same uniform

Why is it always the same that we reform ?

because in my head there is something wrong

The motherland and Nadège, they don't want me

Sometimes I have dreams, I have my green uniform

But in my dream, it is that of the air force

I take the lead, on the Champs-Élysées

And Nadège, she is proud, in my dream, we are married

But when grandma wakes me up

I become again the one who picks up the leaves

The good-for-nothing, not-all-lights-on

And the children make fun of me and call me names

I don't care about kids, besides, I don't care about anything

Majorettes' skirts and what's underneath

I would like all of them to die with their fanfare

The real uniforms and their handsome soldiers

I'm going to make wrong notes, trash the Madelon1

So that Nadège once misses her stick

Spoil the parade, break their ears

I am good-for-nothing, you know ?

I pick up the dead leaves.

1. Classic french song : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Madelon