Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Richelieus , by - Thomas Fersen. Song from the album C'est tout ce qu'il me reste, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 26.09.2019
Record label: Believe
Song language: French
Richelieus(original) |
| En me léchant l’oreille |
| Un chat me donna |
| Le pouvoir de comprendre |
| Le parler des chats |
| J’adoptai leur petit jeu |
| Et leurs étranges coutumes |
| Je léchais mes richelieus |
| Et mon costume |
| Je rôdais au cimetière |
| Sous les grands arbres |
| Je passais entre les pierres |
| Entre les marbres |
| Je sautais dans le jardin |
| De la voisine |
| Et je volais du boudin |
| À la cuisine |
| En me léchant l’oreille |
| Un chat me donna |
| Le pouvoir de comprendre |
| Le parler des chats |
| J’aimais bien qu’on me caresse |
| Sous le menton |
| Les poutous de sa maîtresse |
| À son chaton |
| Oh le joli poisson rouge |
| Le canari |
| Je sautais sur tout c’qui bouge |
| Pauvre souris |
| J’ai fais tout c’que j’ai voulu |
| Dans le quartier |
| Bientôt on ne compta plus |
| Mes héritiers |
| Au lieu d’me donner du lait |
| On commença |
| À prétendre qu’il fallait |
| Couper le chat |
| Cela me rendait nerveux |
| Pour mes valseuses |
| Car les chats n’en ont qu’un jeu |
| Elles sont précieuses |
| Et voyant dans la détresse |
| Son petit chat |
| Mon adorable maîtresse |
| Se dépêcha |
| De me lécher l’oreille |
| Et le français remplaça |
| Le pouvoir de comprendre |
| Le parler des chats |
| Je cessai mon petit jeu |
| Et la bizarre coutume |
| De lécher mes richelieus |
| Et mon costume |
| De lécher mes richelieus |
| Et mon costume |
| Mais je n’en restai pas moins |
| Un chaud lapin |
| (translation) |
| Licking my ear |
| A cat gave me |
| The power to understand |
| The talk of cats |
| I adopted their little game |
| And their strange customs |
| I was licking my oxfords |
| And my costume |
| I was prowling the cemetery |
| Under the tall trees |
| I passed between the stones |
| Between the marbles |
| I was jumping in the garden |
| From the neighbor |
| And I was stealing blood sausage |
| In the kitchen |
| Licking my ear |
| A cat gave me |
| The power to understand |
| The talk of cats |
| I liked being caressed |
| Under the chin |
| The poutous of his mistress |
| To her kitten |
| Oh the pretty goldfish |
| The Canary |
| I was jumping on anything that moves |
| poor mouse |
| I did everything I wanted |
| In the neighborhood |
| Soon we won't count |
| My heirs |
| Instead of giving me milk |
| We started |
| To pretend that it was necessary |
| cut the cat |
| It made me nervous |
| For my waltzers |
| Because cats only have one game |
| They are precious |
| And seeing in distress |
| Her little cat |
| My lovely mistress |
| hurried |
| To lick my ear |
| And the French replaced |
| The power to understand |
| The talk of cats |
| I quit my little game |
| And the weird custom |
| To lick my oxfords |
| And my costume |
| To lick my oxfords |
| And my costume |
| But I remained none the less |
| A warm bunny |