Frehel — Tel qu'il est song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tel qu'il est" by Frehel.
Lyrics
J’avais ráªvé de prendre un homme,
Un gar᧠on chic et distingué
Mais je suis chipée pour la pomme,
D’un mec tordu, mal balancé.
Ce n’est pas un Apollon, mon Jules,
Il n’est pas taillé comme un Hercule.
Et máªme si il est plein de défauts,
C’est lui que j’ai dans la peau.
Tel qu’il est, il me plaá®t,
Il me fait de l’effet,
Et je l’aime.
C’est un vrai gringalet,
Aussi laid qu’un basset,
Mais je l’aime.
Il est bancal,
Du coté cérébral
Mais ᧠a m’est bien égal,
Qu’il a l’air anormal.
C’est complet, il est muet
Ses quinquets sont en biais
C’est un fait tel qu’il est,
il me plaá®t.
Il est carré mais ses épaules
Par du carton, sont rembourrées.
Quand il est tout nu ᧠a fait drá´le,
On n’en voit plus que la moitié.
Il n’a pas un seul poil sur la táªte,
Mais il en a plein sur ses gambettes.
Et celui qu’il a dans la main,
C’est pas du poil c’est du crin.
Tel qu’il est, il me plaá®t,
Il me fait de l’effet,
Et je l’aime.
C’est un vrai gringalet,
Aussi laid qu’un basset,
Mais je l’aime.
Il est bancal,
Du coté cérébral
Mais ᧠a m’est bien égal,
Qu’il a l’air anormal.
C’est complet, il est muet
Ses quinquets sont en biais
C’est un fait tel qu’il est,
Il me plaá®t.
Et je l’aime…Et je l’aime
Mais j’m’en fous
C’est le plus laid,
Il me plaá®t.
Lyrics translation
I had decided to take a man,
A chic and distinguished boy
But I'm scared for the Apple.,
A crooked, bad-ass guy.
He's not an Apollo, my Jules.,
He's not cut like a Hercules.
And even if it is full of flaws,
He's the one in my skin.
As it is, it pleases me,
It makes me feel good,
And I love him.
He's a real gringalet.,
As ugly as a basset,
But I love him.
He's wobbly.,
From the cerebral side
But it doesn't matter to me,
That he looks abnormal.
It's complete, it's mute
His quinquets are biased
It is a fact as it is,
he pleases me.
It is square but its shoulders
By cardboard, are padded.
When he's all naked he's done funny,
We only see half of them.
It does not have a single hair on the plate,
But he's got plenty on his legs.
And the one in his hand,
It's not hair, it's horsehair.
As it is, it pleases me,
It makes me feel good,
And I love him.
He's a real gringalet.,
As ugly as a basset,
But I love him.
He's wobbly.,
From the cerebral side
But it doesn't matter to me,
That he looks abnormal.
It's complete, it's mute
His quinquets are biased
It is a fact as it is,
He pleases me.
And I aime...Et I love him
But I don't care
This is the ugliest,
He pleases me.