Le poing de mon pote
Flow Lyrics


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Il a pété des vitrines
Saigné contre les latrines
Émietté des murs de briques
Mis des bleus à l′Atlantique
Il s'est dressé jusqu′en haut
De son unique drapeau
Il a porté des menottes
Le poing d'mon pote

Il a joué à la pétanque
Cassé des billets d'banque
Broyé du vent et de l′air
Des canettes à Jupiler
Il a tâté des gâchettes
Il est mort, il est en miettes
Oh oh oh oh
Comme qui dirait en compote
Le poing d′mon pote

Il est gros comme son cerveau
Rigole pas parc'qu′il est beau
Son cerveau et ses chagrins
Il a caressé les reins
Des gentilles et des salopes
Le poing d'mon pote

C′est une main coupée en deux
C'est une paume clouée par Dieu
C′est un point qui s'interroge
Sur ici, sur le Cambodge
Sur le prénom de ses doigts
Et sur tout ce qu'on leur doit
Oh oh oh oh
Sur le pape et ses capotes
Le poing d′mon pote

À force d′empoigner des braises
De chercher l'or de ses rêves
Il est dur comme du caillou
Mais si pur, un poing c′est tout
Quand il s'ouvre pour quelqu′un
Je connais pas de plus belle main
Oh oh oh oh




Il redevient une menotte
Le poing d'mon pote

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Flow's song "Le poing de mon pote" depict a strong, resilient and rebellious character who has experienced various challenges and adversities in life. The song talks about how this person has broken boundaries, fought against injustice, and stood up for their beliefs.


The opening lines mention how this person has shattered windows, fought against the filth, and crumbled walls, emphasizing their defiance and refusal to conform to societal norms. They have even fought against the waves of the Atlantic Ocean, implying their audacity to challenge even the forces of nature. This person has also raised their own unique flag, symbolizing their individuality and refusal to be confined by societal expectations.


The song then describes various actions and experiences this person has gone through, from playing pétanque (a traditional French game) to breaking banknotes, and crushing Jupiler cans (a Belgian beer brand). They have also been involved in more intense situations, touching triggers and even losing their life. The repetition of the line "oh oh oh oh, le poing d'mon pote" throughout the song reflects their strength and resilience.


The lyrics also highlight the complexity of this person's character. Despite their tough exterior, they have a caring side as well. They have experienced both kindness and manipulation in their relationships, indicated by the line "Il a caressé les reins, des gentilles et des salopes" (he has caressed the backs of kind people and sluts). This contrast further emphasizes the multifaceted nature of this character.


Line by Line Meaning

Il a pété des vitrines
He shattered windows


Saigné contre les latrines
Bled against the latrines


Émietté des murs de briques
Crumbed brick walls


Mis des bleus à l′Atlantique
Made bruises on the Atlantic


Il s'est dressé jusqu′en haut
He stood up all the way to the top


De son unique drapeau
With his only flag


Il a porté des menottes
He wore handcuffs


Le poing d'mon pote
My friend's fist


Il a joué à la pétanque
He played pétanque


Cassé des billets d'banque
Broke banknotes


Broyé du vent et de l′air
Crushed wind and air


Des canettes à Jupiler
Jupiler cans


Il a tâté des gâchettes
He touched triggers


Il est mort, il est en miettes
He is dead, he is in pieces


Comme qui dirait en compote
As if in a puree


Le poing d'mon pote
My friend's fist


Il est gros comme son cerveau
It is as big as his brain


Rigole pas parc'qu′il est beau
Don't laugh because he is handsome


Son cerveau et ses chagrins
His brain and his sorrows


Il a caressé les reins
He caressed the lower back


Des gentilles et des salopes
Nice ones and sluts


Le poing d'mon pote
My friend's fist


C′est une main coupée en deux
It's a hand cut in two


C'est une paume clouée par Dieu
It's a palm nailed by God


C′est un point qui s'interroge
It's a point that questions


Sur ici, sur le Cambodge
About here, about Cambodia


Sur le prénom de ses doigts
About the names of his fingers


Et sur tout ce qu'on leur doit
And about everything they are owed


Sur le pape et ses capotes
About the Pope and his condoms


Le poing d′mon pote
My friend's fist


À force d′empoigner des braises
By gripping embers


De chercher l'or de ses rêves
By searching for the gold of his dreams


Il est dur comme du caillou
He is as hard as a rock


Mais si pur, un poing c′est tout
But so pure, a fist is everything


Quand il s'ouvre pour quelqu′un
When it opens for someone


Je connais pas de plus belle main
I don't know a more beautiful hand


Il redevient une menotte
It becomes a handcuff again


Le poing d'mon pote
My friend's fist




Writer(s): Sylvain Lebel, Allain Jean Charles Leprest

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