William Sheller — Symphoman song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Symphoman" by William Sheller.
Lyrics
Sur deux semelles de gomme
Il tire un jean étroit du bas
Dans un blouson rouge-pomme
Deux contrebasses au bout des bras
Il shoote dans des boîtes de bémols
Il se fout du style
Il n’a pas bien suivi l'école
Mais il plane comme un Jumbo entre les murs du son
C’est comme un labyrinthe autour de sa maison
On le trouve un peu bizarre
Mais Symphoman est néd'un rêve oubliélà
Qui pétille àmon oreille
Tout comme les bulles d’un verre de Mozart-Soda
Au Jean-Sébastien Snack
On le rencontre quelques fois
Il dîne d’un piano chips
Et d’un sorbet d’Habanera
Il roule en bi bop loola
Il se fout du style
Il n’est pas très douépour ça
Mais il plane comme un Jumbo entre les murs du son
C’est comme un labyrinthe autour de sa maison
On le trouve un peu bizarre
Mais Symphoman est néd'un rêve oubliélà
Qui pétille àmon oreille
Tout comme les bulles d’un verre de Mozart-Soda
Lyrics translation
On two rubber soles
He pulls a narrow jeans from the bottom
In an apple-red jacket
Two double basses at the ends of the arms
He shoots in flat boxes
He doesn't care about style
He didn't follow school well.
But it hovers like a Jumbo between the walls of sound
It's like a maze around his house
We find it a bit strange
But Symphoman is born of a dream forget it
Who fizzes to my ear
Just like the bubbles of a glass of Mozart-Soda
At Jean-Sébastien Snack
We meet him a few times
He's dining on a piano chips
And a sorbet of Habanera
He rolls in bi bop loola
He doesn't care about style
He's not very good at it.
But it hovers like a Jumbo between the walls of sound
It's like a maze around his house
We find it a bit strange
But Symphoman is born of a dream forget it
Who fizzes to my ear
Just like the bubbles of a glass of Mozart-Soda