At their beginning in January 1993, they were four girls: Sister Moon (vocals), Coxs (bass), Paka and Gen (guitar), but three more members joined before the release of their first album: David (drums), Jean-Marc (saxophone, keyboard) and Ben (trumpet).
Petit homme
Le Maximum Kouette Lyrics
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aux mains tremblantes , sa valise est vide
Il sent le mauvais vin, vinasse et même pire,
il n'aspire à rien et rien ne l'inspire
Il crache sa haine à tous ses vieux démons,
sous un pont de Paname il regarde la Seine
Des rêves, il en a eus, des espoirs, des abus
Il n'attend plus Morphée, sa bonne fée l'a quitté
Il se traîne et se traîne encore,
plus rien ne l'entraîne, il égrène ses remords
Pour effacer son casier judiciaire,
il y a bien des années, il se fit légionnaire
C'était un fier gaillard, sans foi ni loi,
il se laissa chavirer , par d'envoûteuses déesses
Leurs charmes débridés, leurs somptueuses fesses lui firent un moment oublier
La falta de tendresse, son kif était la mer,
les putes aux golfes claires
Mais les senteurs d'opium achevèrent le bonhomme
Il se traîne et se traîne encore,
plus rien ne l'entraîne, il égrène ses remords
Mais d'abus en abus,
même la légion n'en voulut plus
A vouloir prendre le large,
c'est à Paris qu'il fit naufrage
Poco a poco , il dévala la pente,
se noya dans son verre en blâmant la malchance
A vouloir retrouver la chaleur tropicale,
il s'effondra dans les bas fonds de Pigalle
Sa seule copine était la lili rose ,
c'est ainsi qu'il appelait sa fidèle cirrhose
Il se traîne et se traîne encore,
plus rien ne l'entraîne, il égrène ses remords
(ultima sonrisa, una cara sin vida)
Si vous passez par là , il ne vous voit même plus,
la folie a pris place et le dévore peu à peu
De la jungle tropicale à la faune parisienne,
la loi reste la même : marche ou crève !
Il se traîne et se traîne encore,
(última sonrisa, una cara sin vida
The song "Petit homme" by Le Maximum Kouette tells the story of a small man with a tough life. The first verse describes the man's current state. He has a worn, small appearance, and his trembling hands hold an empty suitcase. He smells like bad wine and other unpleasant things, and he has no aspirations or inspiration. The man is full of hatred and tormented by his old demons, and he spends his time under a bridge in Paris looking at the Seine river. The second verse explains how the man got to this point. He used to have dreams and hopes, but they were ruined by his mistakes and abuses. He no longer expects or desires the help of good fortune or his "good fairy," Morphée.
The third verse reveals a bit more of the man's past. He joined the French Foreign Legion many years prior to try and erase his criminal record. He was a proud man without principles who fell for enchanting goddesses, who turned out to be prostitutes, but he enjoyed their company and the sea. However, his addiction to opium ruined him. The legion eventually gave up on him for his constant abuses, and he ended up in Paris, where he did not find warmth but instead fell deep into misery, blaming his misfortunes. The only thing he has left is his faithful cirrhosis, which he calls "lili rose."
The song ultimately speaks on the harsh reality of Paris's streets and how it has its way of breaking people's spirit.
Line by Line Meaning
Un petit homme à la petite mine,
A small man with a sad face,
aux mains tremblantes , sa valise est vide
His hands are shaking and his suitcase is empty,
Il sent le mauvais vin, vinasse et même pire,
He smells of cheap wine and more,
il n'aspire à rien et rien ne l'inspire
He doesn't aspire to anything and is not inspired by anything,
Il crache sa haine à tous ses vieux démons,
He spews his hatred towards his old demons,
sous un pont de Paname il regarde la Seine
Under a bridge in Paris, he watches the Seine river,
Des rêves, il en a eus, des espoirs, des abus
He had dreams, hopes, and abuses,
Il n'attend plus Morphée, sa bonne fée l'a quitté
He doesn't wait for Morpheus anymore, his good fairy has left him,
Il se traîne et se traîne encore,
He crawls and crawls again,
plus rien ne l'entraîne, il égrène ses remords
Nothing motivates him anymore, he just keeps repeating his regrets,
Pour effacer son casier judiciaire,
To clear his criminal record,
il y a bien des années, il se fit légionnaire
Years ago, he joined the Foreign Legion,
C'était un fier gaillard, sans foi ni loi,
He was a proud man, without faith or law,
il se laissa chavirer , par d'envoûteuses déesses
He let himself be seduced by enchanting goddesses,
Les charmes débridés, leurs somptueuses fesses lui firent un moment oublier
Their unrestricted beauty made him forget himself for a moment,
La falta de tendresse, son kif était la mer,
The lack of tenderness, his addiction was the sea,
les putes aux golfes claires
The prostitutes in the clear bays,
Mais les senteurs d'opium achevèrent le bonhomme
But the smell of opium destroyed the man,
Mais d'abus en abus,
But from one abuse to another,
même la légion n'en voulut plus
Even the Legion didn't want him anymore,
A vouloir prendre le large,
Trying to escape,
c'est à Paris qu'il fit naufrage
He shipwrecked in Paris,
Poco a poco , il dévala la pente,
Little by little, he went downhill,
se noya dans son verre en blâmant la malchance
He drowned in his glass, blaming bad luck,
A vouloir retrouver la chaleur tropicale,
Trying to find the tropical warmth again,
il s'effondra dans les bas fonds de Pigalle
He collapsed in the depths of Pigalle,
Sa seule copine était la lili rose ,
His only friend was Lilie Rose,
c'est ainsi qu'il appelait sa fidèle cirrhose
That's what he called his faithful cirrhosis,
Si vous passez par là , il ne vous voit même plus,
If you pass by, he doesn't even see you anymore,
la folie a pris place et le dévore peu à peu
Insanity has taken over and is slowly devouring him,
De la jungle tropicale à la faune parisienne,
From the tropical jungle to the Parisian fauna,
la loi reste la même : marche ou crève !
The law remains the same: walk or die!
(ultima sonrisa, una cara sin vida)
(last smile, a lifeless face)
Il se traîne et se traîne encore,
He crawls and crawls again,
(última sonrisa, una cara sin vida)
(last smile, a lifeless face)
Contributed by Grayson A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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