Could anyone please translate this French to English please?

I don't think a straight translation of this poem/song would do justice to its onomatopoeic or allegorical qualities. SEE GOOGLE TRANSLATION
There is word play between "mini" things and "maxi" things with a central references to "life" (la vie) and "Albert Schweitzer".

IMO This quotation might be relevant to understanding these themes.

" I am life which wills to live, in the midst of life which wills to live. As in my own will-to-live there is a longing for wider life and pleasure.......Whenever I injure life of any sort, I must be quite clear whether it is necessary. Beyond the unavoidable, I must never go, not even with what seems insignificant. The farmer, who has mown down a thousand flowers in his meadow as fodder for his cows, must be careful on his way home not to strike off in wanton pastime the head of a single flower by the roadside, for he thereby commits a wrong against life without being under the pressure of necessity." Albert Schweitzer 1936

Also both Dutronc (the author) and Schweitzer had medicine and music in common.

I'm impressed, Fresco.

I agree with Fresco, a translation probably would fail to render the intent of the author...

it starts with 'little little little' ...
if i was bothered, i might try (emphasis on try)
to translate it
but...yeaahh
anyways

ok, this is it (i think):

small, small, small
minis-moke and miniskirt
mini-ugly and lilliput
he is a mini doctor schweitzer
mini minis that miss air
miniskirt and mini-makes fun
minature of what i make fun
ministry and terminus
minimum and minibus

small small small
all is mini in our life
minis-smoke and miniskirt
mini-ugly and lilliput
he is a mini doctor schwitzer
small small small
small small small small

me i prefer the maxis
maximum-moke and maxi
maximum-ugly and maximum whore
he is a maximum Doctor Schweitzer
maximum that breathes the air
maxitere and termaxus
maximum and maxibus
maxistere and termaxus
maximum and maxibus
maxistere and termaxus

that poem is seriously wierd
and, in one part, gross
where on earth did you get it from?...

it doesn't even make sense

that took me a looong time
sheesh, the way people pass time these days

That's a French chanson ... and it makes sense, at least for native French speakers (as noted by e.g. Francis above).

I don't think, you can't translate every worf from any language in another - some have different meanings ... like 'word plays' etc.

oh

It's actually a song called Mini Mini Mini by a band named KMFDM. They're my favorite. They often sing in German, and I can translate that because I've taken German classes for 6 years now (and been twice), but I don't the first thing about French...

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You will find that KMFDM have re-issued the song written in the 60's by Jacques Dutronc. Here is one reference to this celebrity.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Dutronc

fresco is correct: Mini, mini was written, composed and first sung by Jacques Dutronc - released in 1966 as a single.

A song to make you smile. I'd always read it as Dutronc poking fun at the fashions of the day (miniaturisation in transistors, skirts etc). The Schweitzer reference had eluded me. That kind of Taoism (only act as truly necessary, which Ursula le Guin was shortly to popularise through her Earthsea fiction) doesn't fit at all with Dutronc's tongue in cheek preference for 'maxi'. I doubt he'd sing that in the era of the Hummer...

"Il est mini, docteur Schweitzer" is a joke on "Il est minuit, docteur Schweitzer", the title of a very successful 1952 French movie adapted from the play written by Gilbert Cesbron glorifying the work of the so paternalistic Good Doctor bringing modern Western medecine to even the remotest regions of darkest Africa.

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Il_est_minuit,_docteur_Schweitzer

See also the poem in "Cantilènes en gelée" (1949) by Boris Vian fed up with the heroization of Schweitzer as a support for justifying colonialism :

Qu'il soit minuit, qu'il soit midi
Vous me faites chier, docteur Schweitzer.
Si vous entrez dans la légende
Mettez des semelles de caoutchouc
Vos godasses de vieux trappeur
Ça fait du bruit sur les cailloux.
A l'avant garde des salauds
On se couvre de votre image
Pour qui voulez-vous les remettre
En bon état, docteur Schweitzer
Ces nègres que vous recollez
Et qu'on recassera demain ?
Restez dans vos temples à la noix
Jouez de l'orgue avec vos pieds
Étudiez Bach si ça vous plait
Mais sachez que depuis cent ans
En long en large et en travers
Qu'il soit minuit, qu'il soit midi
Vous me faites chier, docteur Schweitzer
Il importait que ce fût dit ...