Ben Mazué — L'Homme Modeste song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'Homme Modeste" by Ben Mazué.
Lyrics
Ou souvent dans ses poches
Ou souvent dans ses cheveux
Le regard souvent qui décroche
Quand il salue
On croirait qu’il s’excuse
Quand il se moque, avant qu’on rétorque
Il nous dit: «T'inquiète j’abuse»
Il est secret
Discret mais simple
Le coeur ancré à des principes
Rigides et humbles
Dans son code est inscrit:
«On ne juge pas on plaint
On ne juge pas et on ne craint que soi»
«Assez parlé de moi» qu’il dirait
Les yeux penchés vers le sol
S’il m’entendait mais
Il est pas si sain que ça, il aime bien parfois
Qu’on le cajole, il est pas contre être l’idole
Oh non… (BIS)
Oh non, non non…
Avec ses yeux
Il prétend rien du tout
Ya pas de mérite à dominer les gens quand on s’en fout
Et lui il court souvent
Pour éviter de douter
Il court souvent
Son corps et lui ne sont pas ennemis
Ils l’ont jamais été
En tout cas il construit le type qu’il aime
Il fait rarement partie de ceux qui se plaignent (BIS)
Ya douze milles façons de construire une vie
Et il s’est pas privé, il a grandi
Au gré de ses envies
Qui l’ont mené vers des mômes et des vacances
L’harmonie de l'évidence
C’est la chance qui perd face à lui
Bien sûr ya eu des tonnes de connes
Qu’ont pas vu la taille énorme de son âme
Et elle l’a pris, lui et son môme, des cendres
C’est juste sa modestie qu’elle réclame
Qu’elle admire
Qu’elle déclame
Woh oh oh
(Merci à Nekali pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
Or often in his pockets
Or often in her hair
The look that often picks up
When he greets
Looks like he's apologizing.
When he mocks, before we retaliate
He says, " Don't worry, I'm abusing»
It's secret
Discreet but simple
The heart anchored to principles
Rigid and humble
In its code is inscribed:
"We don't judge we complain
We do not judge and we fear only self»
"Enough talk about me" he would say
Eyes bent to the ground
If he could hear me but
He's not that healthy, he likes it sometimes
Let's cajole him, he's not against being the idol
Oh no ... (BIS)
Oh no, no no…
With his eyes
He claims nothing at all
There's no merit in dominating people when you don't care
And he often runs
To avoid doubt
He often runs
His body and he are not enemies
They have never been
In any case he builds the type he likes
He is rarely among those who complain (BIS)
There are twelve thousand ways to build a life
And he didn't deprive himself, he grew up
According to his desires
That led him to kids and vacations
The harmony of the obvious
It is luck that loses to him
Of course there have been tons of connes
What have not seen the enormous size of his soul
And she took him and his kid from the Ashes
It's just her modesty she claims
That she admires
That she declares
Woh oh oh
(Thanks to Nekali for these words)