Translation of the song lyrics Tout L'Monde Peut S'Tromper - Patrick Bruel

Tout L'Monde Peut S'Tromper (original)

Tout l' monde peut s' tromper,
Tout l' monde se tromp’ra,
Comme dit la souris
Dans la gueule du chat.
Meme Napolon,
Qu’tait loin d’etre con,
Meme le grand Csar,
Qu’tait pas un ringard.
Dieu lui-meme en personne
A fait des erreurs,
La compagnie du tlphone
Et meme mon percepteur.
Les bbs, les vieillards,
Les couche-tot, les lve-tard,
Les papas, les mamans,
On vit tous en s' trompant.
Tout l' monde, tout l' monde,
Tout l' monde se trompe.
En fric, en amour,
On s' trompe tous les jours,
C’est chacun son tour.
Tout l' monde, tout l' monde,
Tout l' monde se trompe.
On aime tout c' qui est toc.
C' qui est vrai, on s’en moque,
En plus on s' croit rock.
Tout l' monde peut s' tromper,
Tout l' monde se tromp’ra.
Faut pas s’inquiter,
Quand on l' sait, ca va.
Donc en consquence,
Faut faire tout c' qu’on pense.
Donc par consquent,
Celui qu’y croit qu’y s' trompe, y s' ment !
Tout l' monde, tout l' monde,
Tout l' monde se trompe.
En fric, en amour,
On s' trompe tous les jours.
C’est chacun son tour.
Tout l' monde, tout l' monde,
Tout l' monde se trompe.
On aime tout c' qui est toc.
C' qui est vrai, on s’en moque,
En plus on s' croit rock.
Tout l' monde, tout l' monde,
Tout l' monde se trompe.
En fric, en amour,
On s' trompe tous les jours.
C’est chacun son tour.
Tout l' monde, tout l' monde,
Tout l' monde se trompe.
On aime tout c' qui est toc.
C' qui est vrai, on s’en moque,
En plus on s' croit rock.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent jamais,
Mais qui l' font pas exprs.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent tout l' temps,
Mais sans etre au courant.
Ceux qui s' trompent de musique,
Qui jouent cur pour jouer pique.
Y a les pros d' la duperie,
Les zros d' l’infini.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent de portes,
Faut entrer, eux ils sortent.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent de place,
Qui prennent les valets pour les as.
Y 'a ceux qui s' trompent d’Eustache
Et les tromps qui s' cachent.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent sur tout,
Sur moi, sur eux, sur vous.
Et y a ceux qui s' trompent pas,
Enfin, du moins, c’est c' qu’ils croient.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent jamais,
Mais qui l' font pas exprs.
Y a ceux qui s' trompent tout l' temps
Mais sans etre au courant.
Ceux qui s' trompent de musique,
Qui prennent les valets pour les as.
Tout l' monde

Tout L'Monde Peut S'Tromper (translation)

Everyone can be wrong,
Everyone will be wrong,
As the mouse said
In the cat's mouth.
Even Napoleon,
That was far from stupid,
Even the great Csar,
What a nerd.
God himself in person
Made mistakes,
The telephone company
And even my tax collector.
Babies, old people,
The early risers, the late risers,
dads, moms,
We all live by being wrong.
Everybody, everybody,
Everyone is wrong.
In money, in love,
We are wrong every day,
It's everyone's turn.
Everybody, everybody,
Everyone is wrong.
We love anything fake.
What's true, we don't care,
Plus we think we're rock.
Everyone can be wrong,
Everyone will be wrong.
Don't worry,
When you know it, it's fine.
So accordingly,
You have to do whatever you think.
So consequently,
Whoever believes that there is mistaken, is lying!
Everybody, everybody,
Everyone is wrong.
In money, in love,
We are wrong every day.
It's everyone's turn.
Everybody, everybody,
Everyone is wrong.
We love anything fake.
What's true, we don't care,
Plus we think we're rock.
Everybody, everybody,
Everyone is wrong.
In money, in love,
We are wrong every day.
It's everyone's turn.
Everybody, everybody,
Everyone is wrong.
We love anything fake.
What's true, we don't care,
Plus we think we're rock.
There are those who are never wrong,
But who don't do it on purpose.
There are those who are wrong all the time,
But without knowing.
Those who get the music wrong,
Who play heart to play spade.
There are the pros of deception,
The zeros of infinity.
There are those who take the wrong doors,
You have to go in, they go out.
There are those who take the wrong place,
Who take jacks for aces.
There are those who make the mistake of Eustachian
And the horns that hide.
There are those who are wrong about everything,
About me, about them, about you.
And there are those who are not mistaken,
Well, at least, that's what they believe.
There are those who are never wrong,
But who don't do it on purpose.
There are those who are wrong all the time
But without knowing.
Those who get the music wrong,
Who take jacks for aces.
Everybody