Benjamin Biolay "La Superbe" lyrics

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La Superbe

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciD'un conifère,D'un silence inédit,D'une seule partie de jambe en l'air,Le soleil est assis, du mauvais côté de la mer,Quelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciD'un abri bus,Ne reste pas ici, on entendSonner l'angélusLe soleil est joli,Plus triste que le cirque GrussQuelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciD'un engrenage,D'un verre de Campari,Du bon vouloir de l'équipage,Paris est si petit quand on le regagneÀ la nage, quelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On flâne, on flaire,On flaire la flamme singulière...On gagne, on perdOn perd la gagne, la superbe...

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciDe l'amour crasse,D'un simple démenti,D'une mauvaise vie,D'une mauvaise passeLe silence est aussi pesant,Qu'un porte avion qui passe,Quelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciD'un sacrifice,D'une mort à crédit,D'un préjugé né d'un préjudice,Le soleil s'enfuit,Comme un savon soudain qui glisse,Quelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On flâne, on flaire,On flaire la flamme singulière...On gagne, on perdOn perd la gagne, La Superbe...

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciD'un nimbutal,Du plafond décrépit,Qu'on observe à l'horizontal,Le soleil est parti,La neige tombe sur les dalles,Quelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On reste, Dieu merci, à la merciD'un lampadaire,D'une douleur endormie,D'un chaste spleen un soir d'hiver,La Vieillesse ennemie,Reste la seule pierre angulaireQuelle aventure, quelle aventure...

On flâne, on flaire,On flaire la flamme familière...On gagne, on perdOn perd la gagne, La Superbe...

D'une étincelle,Quelque pars à Paris,Au fin fond du bar d'un hôtel,Dès la prochaine vie,Je rêve de se rester fidèle,Quelle aventure, quelle aventure...

Pride

Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a conifer,Of a new silence,Of one hanky-panky,The sun is sitting on the wrong side of the sea,What an adventure, what an adventure...Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a bus shelter,Don't stay here, we can hearThe angelus ringingThe sun is lovely,Sadder than the Gruss circusWhat an adventure, what an adventure...

Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a spiral,Of a glass of Campari,Of the crew's goodwill,Paris is so small when you swim back thereWhat an adventure, what an adventure...

Strolling around, smelling,Smelling the unusual flame...Winning, losingLosing your winning hand, your pride...

Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf filthy love,Of a simple denial,Of a bad life,Of a bad patchSilence is as oppressiveAs an aircraft carrier passing by,What an adventure, what an adventure...Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a sacrifice,Of a death on credit,Of a prejudice arisen out of damage,The sun is escaping,As a soap suddenly slipping away,What an adventure, what an adventure...

Strolling around, smelling,Smelling the unusual flame...Winning, losingLosing your winning hand, your pride...

Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a sleeping pill,Of the crumbling ceilingYou're watching when you're lying down,The sun is gone,The snow falling on the flagstones,What an adventure, what an adventure...

Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a streetlight,Of a dormant pain,Of a winter night's chaste spleen,The inimical old ageRemains the cornerstoneWhat an adventure, what an adventure...

Strolling around, smelling,Smelling the unusual flame...Winning, losingLosing your winning hand, your pride...

Thank God, we are always at the mercyOf a spark,Somewhere in Paris,At the far end of a hotel bar,From the next life onI dream for us to always be faithful,What an adventure, what an adventure...

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