Damien Robitaille — On est né nu song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "On est né nu" by Damien Robitaille.
Lyrics
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
J’me souviens d’une belle ère
J’vivais les fesses à l’air
La seule chose sur le dos
Mon beau costume en peau
Mais un jour, j’ai grandi
Comme Adam, j’ai compris
J’ai vu ma nudité
Donc j’me suis habillé
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
J’me rappelle d’une période
J’pensais pas à la mode
Habillé en guenilles
Pas d’chance avec les filles
Mais là, j’ai pris conscience
Acquis un sixième sens
Celui du goût du style
Là, les filles font la file
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
Si la pudeur se montre
Tu peux cacher ta honte
Il ne faut que s’habiller
C’est facile, j’vais te montrer
Cache ton cul dans tes caleçons
Cache tes jambes en pantalon
Cache ton torse en chandail
Mais assure-toi qu’c’est la bonne taille
Et me voici ce soir
Sur le lit de ma mort
Vêtu en pyjama
J’veux pas partir comme ça
Y faut mettre un bel habit
Avant de perdre la vie
C’qu’on porte quand on monte au ciel
Ce sera nos vêtements éternels
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
On est nés nus, et on est morts vêtus
Lyrics translation
We were born naked, and we died dressed
We were born naked, and we died dressed
I remember a beautiful era
I used to live my ass in the air
The only thing on the back
My beautiful skin suit
But one day I grew up
Like Adam, I understood
I saw my nudity
So I got dressed
We were born naked, and we died dressed
We were born naked, and we died dressed
I remember a time
I didn't think it was fashionable.
Dressed in rags
No luck with girls
But then I realized
Acquired a sixth sense
The taste of style
There the girls line up
We were born naked, and we died dressed
We were born naked, and we died dressed
If modesty shows itself
You can hide your shame
All you have to do is get dressed.
It's easy, I'll show you
Hide your ass in your underwear
Hide your legs in pants
Hide your torso in a sweater
But make sure it's the right size
And here I am tonight
On the bed of my death
Wearing pajamas
I don't want to leave like this
You have to put a nice dress
Before you lose your life
What we wear when we go up to heaven
It will be our eternal clothes
We were born naked, and we died dressed
We were born naked, and we died dressed