La décharge
Claude Nougaro Lyrics


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Rois de la boue, Princes du fer
Seigneurs crados de la décharge
Puisque le ciel vous met en marge
Que règne la fête aux Enfers!
Rois de la boue, Princes du fer

Abreuvez-vous de vos déserts
Comme la Chine de son livre
Applaudissez l'horreur de vivre
Crachez le fruit, mangez le ver!
Rois de la boue, Princes du fer

Et foutez leur bonheur en l'air!
Votre palais c'est la baraque
Votre clarté c'est le cloaque
Vous n'avez pas assez souffert
Rois de la boue, Princes du fer

Dans la tourbe de votre chair
Il paraît qu'il existe un ange
Un rayon perce sous la fange
Enfoncez-vous vers cet éclair
Rois de la boue, Princes du fer

Pour qu'au fin fond, le der des ders
Au fin fond de la Ville-Ordure




Brille la vie, la très très pure
Vie, Larme de l'univers

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Claude Nougaro's song La décharge describe a group of people who live and work in a dump. The first verse, "Kings of the mud, Princes of the iron, Lords of the dump," paints a picture of these people, who are described as being "crados" or dirty, marginalized by society. Despite their circumstances, they are urged to take pride in who they are, and to revel in their ability to endure adversity. The refrain, "Kings of the mud, Princes of the iron," is a call to arms, an invitation to these people to take control of their own destiny and create their own happiness.


The second verse is a call to action, an exhortation to these people to embrace the bleakness of their surroundings and to find meaning in their daily struggles. The line, "Quench yourselves in your deserts, like China in its book," is a reference to the famous saying, "The man who drinks the water must remember the man who dug the well." The people in the dump are urged to find sustenance and meaning in their lives, even in the face of the relentless despair around them.


The final verse is a call to unity, an affirmation that despite their harsh surroundings, they are not alone. The song celebrates the grit and determination of these people, and urges them to find meaning in their lives, even in the face of overwhelming adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Rois de la boue, Princes du fer
Addressing the filthy kings and iron princes of the garbage dump


Seigneurs crados de la décharge
Nobles of dirt that rule over the dump


Puisque le ciel vous met en marge
Since the sky abandons you


Que règne la fête aux Enfers!
Let hell be yours to celebrate!


Abreuvez-vous de vos déserts
Drink from your own desolation


Comme la Chine de son livre
Like China did with its book


Applaudissez l'horreur de vivre
Applaud the horror of life


Crachez le fruit, mangez le ver!
Spit out the fruit, eat the worm!


Et foutez leur bonheur en l'air!
And ruin their happiness!


Votre palais c'est la baraque
Your palace is a shack


Votre clarté c'est le cloaque
Your light is the sewer


Vous n'avez pas assez souffert
You haven't suffered enough


Dans la tourbe de votre chair
In the muck of your flesh


Il paraît qu'il existe un ange
It seems that an angel exists


Un rayon perce sous la fange
A ray of light shines through the filth


Enfoncez-vous vers cet éclair
Plunge towards this light


Pour qu'au fin fond, le der des ders
So that deep down, at the very end


Au fin fond de la Ville-Ordure
At the very end of the Garbage City


Brille la vie, la très très pure
The purest life shines bright


Vie, Larme de l'univers
Life, tear of the universe




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