Serge Lama — Star song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Star" by Serge Lama.
Lyrics
Avoir toujours le tein blafard force de se coucher tard
Voil ce que c’est d’tre star
Etre toujours de bonne humeur, quel que soit le moment et l’heure
Et mme si tu as le cafard
Tes faiblesses et puis tes excs, a fera partie de ton succs
a se nourrit de tout, la gloire
Tu seras comme un animal, bloui sur ton pidestal
Comme un lapin pris dans un phare, voil ce que c’est d’tre star.
Entre le noble et le vulgaire, tu devras choisir ta frontire
Entre Passy et les Boul’vards
Les copains que t’aimais le mieux te sacrifieront leurs jeux
De mots, d’amour ou de billard
T’abandonnant aux inconnus qui agit’ront leurs mains tendues
Comme sur le quai d’une gare
Et devant ce troupeau hurleur, tu connatras le grande peur
Noue en toi comme un mouchoir, voil ce que c’est qu’tre star.
Plutt qu’un bonheur sans histoire, entre une chaise et une armoire
Si tu t’obstines tre star
Des filles au cњur brlant d’espoir te traqueront matin et soir
Simplement pour t’apercevoir
Mais toi tu n’en verras aucune car tu seras amoureux d’une
Qui se foutra bien de ta gloire
Une qui restera de pierre devant les mots que d’autres esprent
Au point qu’elle te fera croire que c’est elle qui est devenue star
Voil ce que c’est qu’tre star.
Lyrics translation
Always have blafard complexion force to lie down late
Here's what it's like to be a star
Always be in a good mood, regardless of the time and time
And Mrs. if you have the cockroach
Your weaknesses and then your excs, a will be part of your success
a Feeds on everything, glory
You will be like an animal, Blued on your pidestal
Like a rabbit caught in a lighthouse, that's what it's like to be a star.
Between the noble and the vulgar, you will have to choose your Frontier
Between Passy and Les Boul'vards
The friends you loved best will sacrifice their games
Of words, love or billiards
Leaving you to the strangers who will act their hands outstretched
Like on the dock of a train station
And before this howling flock, thou shalt know the great fear
Tie in like a handkerchief, that's what it is to be a star.
Rather than a happiness without history, between a chair and a wardrobe
If you persist tre star
Girls with a heart full of hope will hunt you down morning and night
Just to see you
But you won't see any because you'll be in love with one
Who will give a shit about your glory
One that will remain of stone before the words that others hope
To the point that she will make you believe that she is the one who became a star
That's what it's like to be a star.