Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La chandelle , by - Thomas Fersen. Song from the album Qu4tre, in the genre ПопRelease date: 20.07.2004
Record label: Believe
Song language: French
La chandelle(original) |
| Nous sommes trois |
| Elle, lui, moi |
| Moi, lui, elle |
| Et je tiens la chandelle |
| Un baiser les boutonne |
| Un baiser les unit |
| Ma petite personne |
| Fait le jour et la nuit |
| Dans les moments de gêne |
| Je détourne les yeux |
| Quand ça devient obscène |
| Je tousse un peu |
| Nous sommes trois |
| Elle, lui, moi |
| Moi, lui, elle |
| Et je tiens la chandelle |
| Je ne compte pas le chat |
| Car le chat est eunuque |
| Il préfère à tout ça |
| S’enrouler sur ma nuque |
| Et pendant qu’il ronronne |
| Moi je me sens de trop |
| C’est à cause de ma trogne |
| Qui effraie les oiseaux |
| Nous sommes trois |
| Elle, lui, moi |
| Moi, lui, elle |
| Et je tiens la chandelle |
| Et pourtant j’me sens mûr |
| Pour la belle aventure |
| Et j’irai à Cythère |
| Malgré le mal de mer |
| Je me dis qu’un de ces jours |
| Je passerai le flambeau |
| Et j’prendrai le paquebot |
| Pour la belle vie d’amour… |
| … Mais je tiens la chandelle |
| Qui tremblote sous la flotte |
| Car le temps s’adoucit |
| Il va chercher des clopes |
| Et ça sent le roussi |
| Quant à elle, ben, elle est myope |
| Et j’me fais du souci |
| J’ai bien peur qu’elle clabote |
| Ma pauvre bougie |
| Nous sommes trois |
| Elle, lui, moi |
| Moi, lui, elle |
| Et je tiens la chandelle |
| Elle est morte |
| La pâlotte |
| Quand il a claqué la porte |
| Cependant je serais fier |
| Que ma chanson éclaire |
| De sa lumière blême |
| Deux inconnus qui s’aiment |
| Nous serions trois |
| Elle, lui, moi |
| Moi, lui, elle |
| Je tiendrais la chandelle |
| (translation) |
| We are three |
| Her, him, me |
| me, him, her |
| And I hold the candle |
| A kiss buttons them |
| A kiss unites them |
| My little person |
| Made day and night |
| In times of embarrassment |
| I look away |
| When it gets obscene |
| I cough a little |
| We are three |
| Her, him, me |
| me, him, her |
| And I hold the candle |
| I don't count the cat |
| Because the cat is a eunuch |
| He prefers all this |
| Wrap around my neck |
| And while he purrs |
| I feel too much |
| It's because of my face |
| Who scares the birds |
| We are three |
| Her, him, me |
| me, him, her |
| And I hold the candle |
| And yet I feel mature |
| For the great adventure |
| And I will go to Kythera |
| Despite the seasickness |
| I tell myself that one of these days |
| I will pass the torch |
| And I'll take the liner |
| For the beautiful life of love... |
| …but I hold the candle |
| Who trembles under the fleet |
| 'Cause the weather is getting sweeter |
| He's going to get some fags |
| And it smells scorched |
| As for her, well, she's myopic |
| And I worry |
| I'm afraid she's splashing |
| My poor candle |
| We are three |
| Her, him, me |
| me, him, her |
| And I hold the candle |
| She is dead |
| The palotte |
| When he slammed the door |
| However I would be proud |
| May my song illuminate |
| Of its pale light |
| Two strangers in love |
| We would be three |
| Her, him, me |
| me, him, her |
| I would hold the candle |