Translation of ''Je Veux Te Voir'' by Yelle

Song: Je Veux Te Voir

Artist: Yelle

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Cuizinier (The Chef) with your little sex surrounded by red pubes

I really can't believe that you actually believe we want you

I don't believe it would be true even in the dark, even if you keep your pajamas on 

Even if you keep on your “bathrobe”, a has-been t-shirt  

Keep your shirt on, it'll limit the damage, bastard

I want to see you 

In a porno flick 

In action with your dick 

Its shape either potatoes or fries 

To know everything

About your anatomy 

About your cousin Teki 

And your fetish accessories 

Cuizi, what's this?

Your favorite position?

Your Olympic performances? 

But you don't have anything orgasmic 

You're completely naked 

Under your apron

Ready to strip 

But I must admit nothing's going to work 

You dream of a Hummer Fluo 

Designed by Akroe 

But you don't have a license

You always take the metro 

Superstar for one night, after that, your life returns to normal 

You don't need sunglasses to keep people from recognizing you 

Your proof of insurance waits for you, dude 

It's not from your flying lyrics

I've manage to make you 

One with my scanner 

There's no cover charge tonight 

It's the only way to get anyone to come

So us girls go for a drive 

Yeah we're going to Chippendale’s 

We hadn't intended to spend the night with some jokers 

We would like see some pecks, some men hung like bulls 

Your posters of Lil' Jon covered up those of Magic Johnson 

Your body is too crunk in order to pull off dunks 

Cuiziner it's you that I want to see 

That I want to see tonight 

Ridiculed by a girl who raps better than you 

I don't have enough fingers to count in the room 

All these coiffed girls like me who know that you're just pubes 

Translation of ''Fanny Ardant Et Moi'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Fanny Ardant Et Moi

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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We listen to the Gregorian chant, 

She scarcely speaks and I say nothing 

We have a relationship like that 

Fanny Ardant and me 

I spend the evening with Sylvain 

During which she checks out the wallpaper 

We stay separated 

Me and Fanny Ardant 

She sits on the shelf 

Between an Eric Holder book,

A white IKEA candlestick holder,

And a postcard from Maria 

She is always completely black and white 

She no longer says “Finally, Sunday!”

Since I hang around my parents' house 

Every weekend 

Fanny Ardant 

I don't speak to her about the college girls of Jussieu* 

She doesn't speak too much of Depardieu 

Yes, we avoid those subjects 

Fanny Ardant and me 

There's something in her eyes 

Which rebuke me for returning too late 

She wants me to be home all the time

Of course Fanny Ardant 

She sits on the shelf 

Between an Eric Holder book,

A white IKEA candlestick holder,

And a postcard from Maria 

She is always completely black and white 

She no longer says “Finally, Sunday!”

Since I hang around my parents' house 

Every weekend 

Fanny Ardant 

We listen to the Gregorian chant, 

She scarcely speaks and I say nothing 

We have a relationship like that 

Fanny Ardant and me

*Campus of a university in Paris. 

Translation of ''Aux Champs-Elysée'' by Joe Dassin

Song: Aux Champs-Elysée

Artist: Joe Dassin

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I was walking down the avenue, my heart open to the unknown 

I felt like saying hello to anyone 

Anyone, and it was you, I said whatever came to mind

Just talking to you was enough to win you over

At the Champs-Elysées, at the Champs-Elysées

In the sun, beneath the rain, at noon or midnight 

There's everything you desire at the Champs-Elysées

You told me ''I have a meeting place in a basement with some madmen 

Who live with a guitar in their hand, from night to morning.'' 

So I went along with you, we sang, we danced 

And we didn't even think of kissing 

Last night two strangers and this morning on the avenue, 

Two lovers completely dazed by the long night 

And of the Étoile à la Concorde, an orchestra with a thousand strings 

All the birds at daybreak sing of love