Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fanfaron, artist - Les Negresses Vertes. Album song Zig-Zague, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 18.07.1995
Record label: Because Music LC33186
Song language: French
Fanfaron(original) |
Il a le coeur sur la main et la main sur le coeur |
Oui mais quand il rit on dirait qu’il meurt. |
Il s’habille d’un rien, sait se rendre élégant |
Devant son miroir des heures se mirant. |
A quoi bon se presser, on lui garde sa place |
Arrivé au café il s’asseoit en terrasse. |
Fanfaron bras cassé |
Bras cassé Fanfaron c’est Fanfaron |
Grand maq’reau Fanfaron |
Fanfaron baratin |
Baratin Fanfaron c’est Fanfaron |
Il a bien vite fait de trouver ses complices |
Nul ne peut contenir sa fièvre narratrice. |
Personne n’est parfait aime-t-il à répéter |
Car il voit en ses défauts autant de qualités. |
Et les heures défilent, il en oublie sa maison |
Le dernier qui parle a toujours sa raison. |
Qui donc s’explique avec les mains |
Plus embroilleur qu’un italien. |
Qui pense que sa femme, ses enfants |
Ne l’attendent plus et prend son temps. |
Fanfaron bras cassé |
Bras cassé Fanfaron c’est Fanfaron |
Grand maq’reau Fanfaron |
Fanfaron baratin |
Baratin Fanfaron c’est Fanfaron |
S’il tient bon l’anisette qu’il boit en compagnie |
Ses amis le respectent pour son coeur, son esprit. |
Homme de tradition à la sieste dévote |
Voilà qu’il pense à son retour quand ses yeux le picotent. |
Le vieux lion se lève, abrège son séjour |
S’en va face au soleil, tout heureux de ce jour. |
Qui dit le dimanche est sacré |
Sans voir ni messe ni curé. |
Qui est ce que le soleil sonnait |
A son grand rire d’amitié. |
Fanfaron bras cassé |
Bras cassé Fanfaron c’est Fanfaron |
Grand maq’reau Fanfaron |
Fanfaron baratin |
Baratin Fanfaron c’est Fanfaron |
(translation) |
He has his heart on his hand and his hand on his heart |
Yes but when he laughs it looks like he dies. |
He dresses casually, knows how to make himself elegant |
In front of his mirror hours mirroring themselves. |
What's the point of hurrying, we'll save his place |
Arrived at the cafe he sits on the terrace. |
Braggart broken arm |
Broken arm Fanfaron is Fanfaron |
Big maq'reau Braggart |
Boastful spiel |
Fanfaron spiel is Fanfaron |
He quickly found his accomplices |
No one can contain his storytelling fever. |
No one is perfect he likes to repeat |
For he sees in his faults so many qualities. |
And the hours go by, he forgets his house |
The last to speak is always right. |
Who explains himself with his hands |
More confusing than an Italian. |
Who thinks his wife, children |
Don't wait for him anymore and take his time. |
Braggart broken arm |
Broken arm Fanfaron is Fanfaron |
Big maq'reau Braggart |
Boastful spiel |
Fanfaron spiel is Fanfaron |
If he holds on to the anisette he drinks in company |
His friends respect him for his heart, his mind. |
Devout Siesta Traditional Man |
There he thinks of his return when his eyes tingle. |
The old lion rises, shortens his stay |
Goes away facing the sun, all happy for this day. |
Who says Sunday is holy |
Without seeing mass or priest. |
Who the sun was ringing |
To his great friendly laugh. |
Braggart broken arm |
Broken arm Fanfaron is Fanfaron |
Big maq'reau Braggart |
Boastful spiel |
Fanfaron spiel is Fanfaron |