Brigitte — Le perchoir song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le perchoir" by Brigitte.
Lyrics
Fière comme Artaban
Coquin pour un paon
Superbe altier, glorieux
Autant si con qu’errant
Il s’envoie des fleurs
Comme un rapeur pour enfant
Et fait la fierté de son papa comme de sa maman
Dans sa tour d’ivoire
Son altesse nargue le monde
A la gloire de son perchoir
Et que jamais il ne tombe
Le torse bombé la crête levée d’orgueil enflée
Dressé sur ses ergots son orgueil outrancier
Il n’entend pas les autres il s'écoute parler
Son miroir l’idéal pour sa logorrhée
Dans sa tour d’ivoire
Son altesse nargue le monde
A la gloire de son perchoir
Et que jamais il ne tombe
Dans sa tour d’ivoire
Son altesse nargue le monde
A la gloire de son perchoir
Et que jamais il ne tombe
Quand on n’a rien à perdre on a tout à gagner
Oui la superbe bête pense avoir tout rafler
Il voit de l’envie, de la haine dans les yeux de ses sujets
Attend, se prive se protège d’l’amour et dl’a beauté
D’la beauté, dl’a beauté, d’la beauté
Dans sa tour d’ivoire
Son altesse nargue le monde
A la gloire de son perchoir
Et que jamais il ne tombe
Dans sa tour d’ivoire
Son altesse nargue le monde
A la gloire de son perchoir
Et que jamais il ne tombe
Lyrics translation
Proud as Artaban
Naughty for a peacock
Superb altier, glorious
As stupid as wandering
He sends flowers
As a child rapist
And is proud of her dad as well as her mom
In its ivory tower
His Highness taunts the world
To the glory of his perch
And never fall
The torso bulging the crest raised with pride swollen
Standing on his lugs his outrageous pride
He doesn't hear others he listens to himself talk
His mirror the ideal for his logorrhea
In its ivory tower
His Highness taunts the world
To the glory of his perch
And never fall
In its ivory tower
His Highness taunts the world
To the glory of his perch
And never fall
When we have nothing to lose we have everything to gain
Yes, the beautiful beast thinks he has it all.
He sees envy, hatred in the eyes of his subjects
Wait, deprive himself protects himself from Love and beauty
Beauty, Beauty, Beauty
In its ivory tower
His Highness taunts the world
To the glory of his perch
And never fall
In its ivory tower
His Highness taunts the world
To the glory of his perch
And never fall