Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bec De Lièvre, artist - Julien Clerc. Album song Ca Fait Pleurer Le Bon Dieu (Julien), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 29.09.1973
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Bec De Lièvre(original) |
| Les gens comme lui |
| Ne font plus les foires |
| Alors il essaye les histoires |
| Mais personne n'écoute un seul mot |
| C’est toujours trop bas |
| Ou trop haut… |
| Son visage de confection |
| Est sans mesures et sans finitions |
| Il est loin d’etre distingué Comme un chien qu’on a oublié |
| De noyer… |
| Pendant le temps |
| Le front de mer, est un peu saoul |
| Il va, il vient |
| Il est jaloux |
| Comme sa levre qui s’anime |
| D’une mareé de salivé |
| Qui monte doucement vers vous… |
| Vers vous… |
| Les dames, qui l’empeche de les regarder |
| Car il pourrait bien les déranger |
| Alors il crache ses sanglots |
| Dans les fleurs tendres des roseaux |
| Son visage de confection |
| Est sans mesures et sans finitions |
| Il est loin d’etre distingué |
| Comme un chien qu’on a oublié |
| De noyer… |
| Pendant le temps |
| Le front de mer, est un peu saoul |
| Il va, il vient |
| Il est jaloux |
| Comme sa levre qui s’anime |
| D’une mareé de salivé |
| Qui monte doucement vers vous… |
| Vers vous… |
| Mais il en est sur maintenant |
| On ne le regardera jamais plus comme avant |
| «Bex de lievre» est le seul survivant |
| D’une rage rouge saignée a blanc |
| Saignée a blanc |
| (translation) |
| people like him |
| No more fairs |
| So he tries the stories |
| But no one listens to a single word |
| It's always too low |
| Or too high... |
| Her make-up face |
| Is without measurements and without finishes |
| He is far from distinguished, like a dog that has been forgotten |
| To drown... |
| During the time |
| The waterfront, is a little drunk |
| He goes, he comes |
| He is jealous |
| Like his lip come alive |
| From a tide of saliva |
| Who slowly rises towards you... |
| Toward you… |
| The ladies, who keeps him from looking at them |
| 'Cause he might bother them |
| So he spits out his sobs |
| In the tender flowers of the reeds |
| Her make-up face |
| Is without measurements and without finishes |
| He is far from distinguished |
| Like a dog that we forgot |
| To drown... |
| During the time |
| The waterfront, is a little drunk |
| He goes, he comes |
| He is jealous |
| Like his lip come alive |
| From a tide of saliva |
| Who slowly rises towards you... |
| Toward you… |
| But he's sure now |
| We'll never look at it like before |
| "Hare Bex" is the only survivor |
| From bloody red rage to white |
| bleeding white |