Bernard Lavilliers — Pierrot La Lame song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pierrot La Lame" by Bernard Lavilliers.
Lyrics
Main dans la poche de son costard, la lame
Fait les cent pas sur le trottoir, la lame
C’est un voyou, c’est un h (c)ros, la lame
C’est une star, c’est lui Pierrot, la lame
Au Sud du Bronx moiti© cram©, engraisse
Un Manhattan riche crever, on perce
Tu penses qu' § a depuis qu’t’es n©, encaisse
Ce qu’ils n’ont pas voulu te donner, correct
Que le mec soit blanc, noir ou bronz©, la lame
Tu vois que la couleur des billets, la lame
T’as des r (c)flexes et pas de quartier, la lame
T’as la vitesse mais faut durer, la lame
Je regarde partir dans la fum (c)e, la lame
Souliers cir (c)s dans ce merdier, infўme
La s (c)rie noire pour la photo r (c)clame
C’est pas Bogart, c’est bien Pierrot la lame
Lyrics translation
Hand in the pocket of his suit, the blade
Takes a hundred steps on the sidewalk, the blade
He's a thug, he's an H (C)ros, the blade
He's A star, he's Pierrot, the blade
South of the Bronx half © cram©, fatreisse
A rich Manhattan die, we Pierce
You think since you were born, cash
What they didn't want to give you, correct
Whether the guy is white, black or bronze©, the blade
You see that the color of the notes, the blade
You have r (C)flex and no neighborhood, the blade
You have the speed but you have to last, the blade
I'm watching go into the smoke (c)E, the blade
Shoes cir (c)s in this shit, infyme
The s (C)Black rie for the photo R (c) claims
It's not Bogart, it's Pierrot the blade.