Alain Chamfort — La plainte du blessé léger song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La plainte du blessé léger" by Alain Chamfort.
Lyrics
La vie, y a aucune clause
Qui l’oblige nous couvrir de roses
Moi qui n’manque de rien,
J’suis gonfl je suppose
D’oser rclamer autre chose
D’autant que ce que j’demande
a s’trouve pas chez votre marchande
C’est Dieu le pre,
Qu’on passe se genre de commande
Et j’doute que le pauv' vieux m’entende
C’est la prire d’un privilgi
La plainte d’un bless lger
Au bout d’un moment
On est cens s’adapter
Maman
J’crois qu’tu m’as trop gt
C’est la vie qui nous gratigne
Je prsente que des lsions bnignes
Pourquoi j’rsiste, pourquoi je trpigne?
Les autres se rsignent
D’autant que ce que j’demande
a s’trouve pas chez votre marcahnde
C’est Lucifer
Qu’on passe ce genre de commande
Et j’doute que le salaud m’entende
C’est la prire d’un privilgi
La plainte du bless lger
Car dcidment
J’ai du mal m’adapter
Maman
J’crois qu’tu m’as trop gt
C’est la prire d’un privilgi
La plainte du bless lger
Lyrics translation
Life, there is no clause
Who forces him to cover us with roses
Me who does not lack anything,
I'm bloated I guess
Dare to claim something else
Especially as what I ask
a is not at your merchant's
It is God the pre,
That we Place se kind of order
And I doubt the poor old man will hear me
This is the prayer of a privilege.
The complaint of a bless lger
After a while
We are cens adapt
Mom
I think you got me too gt
It's life that gratifies us
I believe that only
Why do I resist, why do I trpigne?
The others sign off
Especially as what I ask
a is not in your brand
It's Lucifer.
That we place this kind of order
And I doubt the bastard will hear me
This is the prayer of a privilege.
The complaint of the bless lger
Car dcidment
I'm having a hard time adjusting.
Mom
I think you got me too gt
This is the prayer of a privilege.
The complaint of the bless lger