Julien Clerc — Bec De Lièvre song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bec De Lièvre" by Julien Clerc.
Lyrics
Les gens comme lui
Ne font plus les foires
Alors il essaye les histoires
Mais personne n'écoute un seul mot
C’est toujours trop bas
Ou trop haut…
Son visage de confection
Est sans mesures et sans finitions
Il est loin d’etre distingué Comme un chien qu’on a oublié
De noyer…
Pendant le temps
Le front de mer, est un peu saoul
Il va, il vient
Il est jaloux
Comme sa levre qui s’anime
D’une mareé de salivé
Qui monte doucement vers vous…
Vers vous…
Les dames, qui l’empeche de les regarder
Car il pourrait bien les déranger
Alors il crache ses sanglots
Dans les fleurs tendres des roseaux
Son visage de confection
Est sans mesures et sans finitions
Il est loin d’etre distingué
Comme un chien qu’on a oublié
De noyer…
Pendant le temps
Le front de mer, est un peu saoul
Il va, il vient
Il est jaloux
Comme sa levre qui s’anime
D’une mareé de salivé
Qui monte doucement vers vous…
Vers vous…
Mais il en est sur maintenant
On ne le regardera jamais plus comme avant
«Bex de lievre» est le seul survivant
D’une rage rouge saignée a blanc
Saignée a blanc
Lyrics translation
People like him
Do not make fairs anymore
So he tries the stories
But no one listens to a single word
It's always too low
Or too high…
His tailoring face
Is without measurements and without finishes
He is far from being distinguished as a dog we have forgotten
Walnut…
During time
The waterfront, is a little drunk
He goes, he comes
He's jealous
Like his livery that comes alive
From a tide of saliva
That rises gently towards you…
To you…
The ladies, who prevents him from watching them
'Cause it might bother them.
So he spits his sobs
In the tender flowers of reeds
His tailoring face
Is without measurements and without finishes
It is far from distinguished
Like a dog we forgot
Walnut…
During time
The waterfront, is a little drunk
He goes, he comes
He's jealous
Like his livery that comes alive
From a tide of saliva
That rises gently towards you…
To you…
But he's sure now
We'll never look at him like we used to.
"Bex of Hare" is the only survivor
From a bleeding red rage to white
Bleeding White