Michel Fugain — Monsieur Bernard song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Monsieur Bernard" by Michel Fugain.
Lyrics
Il est sept heures et monsieur Bernard s’veille
Il trane un peu et se frotte les oreilles
En arrivant devant son miroir, c’est un cheval qui le regarde
Un cheval qui le nargue: il appartient jusqu' la queue
Des sabots jusqu’aux babines, la race chevaline!
Comment y croire? C’est comme dans un trs grand miracle
Monsieur Bernard est un vrai cheval d’obstacle!
Il saute par-dessus les autos, lui qui tait perclus d’arthrose
Quelle mtamorphose! Fini pour lui d’aller au bureau
Pour gagner sa maigre pitance, c’est la vie qui commence!
Champs Elyses: Monsieur Bernard fait des claquettes!
Pour l’admirer, toutes les voitures s’arrtent.
Il est heureux, il fait ce qu’il veut!
Un peu de foin, quelques brins d’herbe
Et son poil est superbe! Quelques compagnes dans la prairie
L’amour, quand on est phnomne, ce n’est plus un problme!
Monsieur Bernard a la bonne vie tranquille,
Il est peinard! Il n’y a que les imbciles
Pour s’tonner d’entendre un cheval qui parle de littrature
De chansons, de peinture, pour s’tonner de voir un cheval
Qui fait son tierc le dimanche, formidable revanche!
Lyrics translation
It is seven o'clock and monsieur Bernard is awake
He tranches a little and rubs his ears
Arriving in front of his mirror, it is a horse that looks at him
A horse that taunts him: he belongs to the tail
From hooves to babines, the horse race!
How can I believe that? It's like in a very great miracle
Mr. Bernard is a real obstacle horse!
He jumps over cars, he was suffering from osteoarthritis
That's mtamorphosis! Finished for him to go to the office
To earn his meagre pitance, life begins!
Champs Elyses: Monsieur Bernard makes taps!
To admire it, all cars stop.
He's happy, he does what he wants!
A little hay, a few sprigs of grass
And her hair looks great! A few companions in the prairie
Love, when one is phnomne, is no longer a problem!
Mr. Bernard has the good quiet life,
He's a pain in the ass! There are only the imbciles
To tune in to hear a horse talking about littrature
Of songs, of painting, to be toned to see a horse
Who makes his third on Sunday, great revenge!