Canicule en Bretagne (Parapluies ouverts et Binious d'sortie)

Lyrics @Ironicsitodie. All Rights Reserved [Spoken Intro] Red alert. Twenty-seven degrees forecast. Throughout Brittany, Wills have begun to circulate. [Verse 1] In Brest, a guy took off his sweater, The local newspaper made it the front page. A grandmother saw the sun three days in a row... She took a picture to prove it existed. The weather forecast predicts twenty-seven, The residents close their shutters. A tourist from Marseille laughs... then is stunned, Upon discovering that here, twenty-five is already summer. [Pre-Chorus] But don't panic... Here we have a technique... [Chorus] Open umbrella! Guaranteed shade! Bagpipes out! Free air conditioning! In Brittany, when the sun beats down, We follow the protocol, We open a piping bag high, And we blow into the tube! [Bridge] "Grandpa, what's the temperature?" "Twenty-seven." "Twenty-seven what?" "Twenty-seven degrees." "My goodness!" [Instrumental Drop] [Verse 2] The thermometer reads thirty-three, All of Brittany loses its voice. Signs are popping up along the paths: Give us back the rain and the drizzle! Near the menhirs, we look for a cool spot, The salted butter melts faster than ever. An old man sighs: Where are our usual seventeen degrees? And the bagpipes play solemn marches. [Final Chorus] Umbrella open! Shade guaranteed! Bagpipes out! Free air conditioning! In Brittany, when the sun beats down, We follow the protocol, Black seed held high, (And we blow into the hose!) ... Heja Breizh! Heja Breizh! (Heja Breizh! Heja Breizh!) And if this sun chases us... Well... We'll beg for rain! [Instrumental Outro]