Valse Au Sommet - Nolwenn Leroy

Ce soir au bal, la crme mondiale valse et ment sous nos yeux blouis.

Rafale d’gos, suave barbarie

Parade en Dior et croco, rutilante artillerie

Ah!

Qu’ils s’endorment, nous laissent un sicle pour enfin respirer

Mais au palais, malfice manque de sorts jeter.

Sagement, les belles dames se pavanent, pares de diamants.

Leurs hommes purils n’ont qu’un seul souci

Mais qui de bombes, de missiles la plus grosse batterie?

Ah!

Qu’ils s’endorment, nous laissent un sicle pour enfin respirer.

Tonight at the ball, the world cream waltzes and lies before our dazzled eyes.

Burst of gos, suave barbarism

Parade in Dior and crocodile, gleaming artillery

Ah!

Let them fall asleep, leave us a century to finally breathe

But in the palace, malice lacks spells to cast.

Wisely, beautiful ladies strut about, adorned with diamonds.

Their pure men have only one concern

But which of bombs, missiles the biggest battery?

Ah!

Let them fall asleep, give us a century to finally breathe.