More songs by Rallye
Description
Sometimes dreams don't look like a villa by the sea, but like a bicycle with a shiny frame and perfectly inflated tyres. I wish I could just get on, ride off and never walk again, especially on this endless road between ‘almost there’ and ‘okay, later’. Until success comes around, all that remains is to pedal on rented hope, catch the headwind and believe that around the bend there will definitely be your own asphalt made of gold.
Or maybe this is what real rock is all about - riding, wobbling, without brakes, laughing in defiance of the roadside.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Quand l'rock ça marchera, j'pourrai m'acheter un Rockrider.
Et quand j'l'aurai, vous ne me verrez plus jamais marcher.
Quand l'rock ça marchera, j'pourrai enfin remplacer les fleurs.
Je roulerais sans frein, insouciant quand je roulerais sur l'asphalte avec mon Rockrider. Rockrider.
Avec mon Rockri— Si l'rock ça marche pas, je f'rai du Vélib' jusqu'à ma mort.
Et vu comment j'conduis, de toute façon, j'finirai dans le décor.
Si l'rock ça marche pas, je sais pas c'que j'irais faire ailleurs.
Je marcherais ou pas, je sais pas ce qui f'rait mon bonheur.
J'irais plus vite sur mon Rockrider.
La vitesse et le vent, c'est pas c'qui m'fait peur. La vie passe vite, mais lentement passent les heures.
Si seulement j'avais, si seulement j'avais. . .
Mon
Rockrider. Mon Rockrider. J'irais plus vite sur mon Rockrider.
La vitesse et le vent, c'est pas c'qui m'fait peur.
La vie passe vite, mais lentement passent les heures.
Si seulement j'avais un Rockrider.
English translation
When rock works, I can buy myself a Rockrider.
And when I get it, you'll never see me walk again.
When the rock works, I will finally be able to replace the flowers.
I would ride without brakes, carefree when I ride on the asphalt with my Rockrider. Rockrider.
With my Rockri—If rock doesn't work, I'll do Vélib' until I die.
And the way I drive, I'll end up in the background anyway.
If rock doesn't work, I don't know what I would do elsewhere.
I would walk or not, I don't know what would make me happy.
I would go faster on my Rockrider.
Speed and wind aren't what scare me. Life goes by quickly, but the hours pass slowly.
If only I had, if only I had. . .
My
Rockrider. My Rockrider. I would go faster on my Rockrider.
Speed and wind aren't what scare me.
Life goes by quickly, but the hours pass slowly.
If only I had a Rockrider.