Jeanne Cherhal — L'Homme song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'Homme" by Jeanne Cherhal.
Lyrics
Dans le chaos de ses envolées lyriques
L’homme boit et parle en même temps
Mais dans le feux des ses instincts exigeants
Ses mains folâtrent seules, nostalgiques
Ses mains folâtrent seules, nostalgiques
Dans la chaleur de l’amour patriotique
L’homme preux ce bat a bout portant
Mais a l’abri du bruit du monde pourtant
Il est petit craintif pathétique
Il est petit craintif pathétique
Sur la scène de son siècle dramatique
L’homme s’agite et court dans le vent
Mais dans le fond qu’a t’il de plus qu’un enfant
Qui se taire au creux de ses paniques
Qui se taire au creux de ses paniques
(Merci à farfadette pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
In the chaos of its lyrical flights
The man drinks and talks at the same time
But in the focus of his demanding instincts
His hands play alone, nostalgic
His hands play alone, nostalgic
In the heat of patriotic love
The man priux this bat a point-wearing
But sheltered from the noise of the world yet
He's a pathetic little creep.
He's a pathetic little creep.
On the stage of his dramatic century
The man agitates and runs in the wind
But deep down he has more than a child
Who is silent in the depths of his panic
Who is silent in the depths of his panic
(Thanks to farfadette for these words)