Les Amis D'ta Femme — Il chant faux song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il chant faux" by Les Amis D'ta Femme.
Lyrics
Dans un petit bastringue
Délaissé de tous
Accoudé au zinc
Il cuve sa mousse
(…) sa maîtresse
Hésitant à prendre
Une pinte de Guinness
Avant de se pendre
Dans un dernier élan
D’optimiste éthylique
Il se lève lentement
Réveillé par la zique
Il gueule à tue-tête
Renversant son bock
Hurle comme une bête
Et couve le juke-box
Il chant' faux
Personne ne supporte
Il chant' faux
Il pousse la chansonnette
Il chant' faux
Il s’fait foutre à la porte
Il chant' faux
Avant d’faire foirer la fête
À force de frustration
Il décide un beau jour
Poussé par la passion
De prendre une guitare pour
Chanter dans les rues
Y mettre un peu d’ambiance
On peut pas dire qu’on afflue
Apprécie ou danse
Quand on l’entend beugler
On fuit c’est normal
Il fait même éclater les verres
Il défrise les crépus
Voire crève les tympans
Les gens n’en peuvent plus
Et s’cassent en courant
Il chant' faux
On lui lance des tomates
Il chant' faux
Des œufs ou des cailloux
Il chant' faux
On lui file des coups d’latte
Il chant' faux
Tant il pousse à bout
Pourtant il adore
Picoler et chanter
Il a peut-être eu tort
De vouloir persister
Sa voix de pochtron
Supporter de foot
Fait perdre la raison
À ceux qui l'écoutent
Il aurait aimé chanter
Comme Bruel Pagny Sardou Hallyday
Mais il s'égosille
Comme un porc castré
Qui aurait avalé
Une crécelle percée
Et désaccordée
Il chant' faux
Malgré tous ses efforts
Il chant' faux
Il s’prend coup sur coup
Il chant' faux
Car il hurle à la mort
Il chant' faux
Et rend les gens sourds
Il chant' faux
Malgré tous ses efforts
Il chant' faux
Il s’prend coup sur coup
Car il hurle à la mort
Il chant' faux
Et rend les gens sourds
Lyrics translation
In a small bastringue
Abandoned by all
Zinc-plated
He tubs his foam
( ... ) his mistress
Hesitant to take
A pint of Guinness
Before hanging
In one last momentum
Of ethyl optimist
It rises slowly
Awakened by zique
He's got a big mouth.
Spilling his bock
Howl like a beast
And smoulder the jukebox
He sang' Fake
No one can stand it
He sang' Fake
He pushes the song
He sang' Fake
He gets cum at the door
He sang' Fake
Before we screw up the party
Out of frustration
He decides on a beautiful day
Driven by passion
To take a guitar for
Singing in the streets
Put a little atmosphere
We can't say we're pouring in.
Enjoy or dance
When you hear him roar
We're running. it's normal.
It even makes the glasses burst
It straightens the frizzy
Even dies the eardrums
People can't take it anymore
And break running
He sang' Fake
We throw tomatoes at him
He sang' Fake
Eggs or pebbles
He sang' Fake
We give him latte shots
He sang' Fake
So much he grows to the end
Yet he loves it
Drinking and singing
Maybe he was wrong.
Of wanting to persist
His voice from pochtron
Foot Supporter
Makes you lose your mind
To those who listen
He would have liked to sing
Like Bruel Pagny Sardou Hallyday
But he gets selfish
Like a castrated pig
Who would have swallowed
A pierced krecelle
And disagreed
He sang' Fake
Despite all his efforts
He sang' Fake
He takes himself one at a time
He sang' Fake
For he howls to death
He sang' Fake
And makes people deaf
He sang' Fake
Despite all his efforts
He sang' Fake
He takes himself one at a time
For he howls to death
He sang' Fake
And makes people deaf