Un Morceau De Sicre Lyrics in English Francis Cabrel

Francis Cabrel invites us on a sunrise stroll through Toulouse, the pink-brick city that beats to its own musical rhythm. From the first lines we hop on the “ballet of buses,” watch pigeons swirl above the Arnaud-Bernard neighborhood, and sweeten our strong morning coffee with “un morceau de Sicre.” The word is a playful wink: it sounds like sucre (sugar) yet salutes Claude Sicre, the local troubadour who helped turn street poetry and regional pride into a party. Cabrel’s refrain is a recipe for the day – add a dash of Sicre, stir, and taste the city’s warmth that grows alongside the rising temperature.

The song is a joyous love letter to Toulouse’s character: rugby balls are oval, pétanque balls are always within reach, and conversation (“la tchatche”) flows like the Garonne River. Cabrel name-checks activists Les Motivés, rapper brothers Bigflo & Oli, and the ever-present Claudes, sketching a mosaic of voices that keep the city “debout” – upright and proud. Beneath the playful imagery sits a deeper truth: Toulouse casts a magnetic spell on its people. Leave if you must, but you will always feel the pull to return and drop another flavorful cube of Sicre into your black coffee.