Lyrics of Star - Serge Lama

Star (original)

Avoir toujours le tein blafard force de se coucher tard
Voil ce que c’est d’tre star
Etre toujours de bonne humeur, quel que soit le moment et l’heure
Et mme si tu as le cafard
Tes faiblesses et puis tes excs, a fera partie de ton succs
a se nourrit de tout, la gloire
Tu seras comme un animal, bloui sur ton pidestal
Comme un lapin pris dans un phare, voil ce que c’est d’tre star.
Entre le noble et le vulgaire, tu devras choisir ta frontire
Entre Passy et les Boul’vards
Les copains que t’aimais le mieux te sacrifieront leurs jeux
De mots, d’amour ou de billard
T’abandonnant aux inconnus qui agit’ront leurs mains tendues
Comme sur le quai d’une gare
Et devant ce troupeau hurleur, tu connatras le grande peur
Noue en toi comme un mouchoir, voil ce que c’est qu’tre star.
Plutt qu’un bonheur sans histoire, entre une chaise et une armoire
Si tu t’obstines tre star
Des filles au cњur brlant d’espoir te traqueront matin et soir
Simplement pour t’apercevoir
Mais toi tu n’en verras aucune car tu seras amoureux d’une
Qui se foutra bien de ta gloire
Une qui restera de pierre devant les mots que d’autres esprent
Au point qu’elle te fera croire que c’est elle qui est devenue star
Voil ce que c’est qu’tre star.

(translation)

Always having a pale complexion forces you to go to bed late
This is what it's like to be a star
Always be in a good mood, whatever the moment and the hour
And even if you have the blues
Your weaknesses and then your excesses will be part of your success
has fed on everything, glory
You'll be like an animal, dazzled on your pedestal
Like a rabbit caught in a lighthouse, that's what it's like to be a star.
Between the noble and the vulgar, you will have to choose your border
Between Passy and the Boul'vards
The friends you loved the best will sacrifice their games to you
Of words, of love or of billiards
Abandoning yourself to strangers who will wave their outstretched hands
Like on a station platform
And before this screaming herd, you will know the great fear
Tied inside you like a handkerchief, that's what it's like to be a star.
Rather than an uneventful happiness, between a chair and a wardrobe
If you persist tre star
Girls with hearts burning with hope will hunt you down morning and night
Just to see you
But you won't see any 'cause you'll be in love with one
Who will give a damn about your glory
One that will stand stone before the words others hope for
To the point that she will make you believe that she is the one who became a star
That's what it's like to be a star.