Star

I don't always know how to describe
Everything I feel
But tonight I would like to say
Things that I truly know

Star, becoming a star
It's a beautiful story
Star of a night, light of an evening
Who comes, who goes
We only see the glory
The rest doesn't interest anyone
If you want, I'll give up
I'm feeling a bit down
Maybe I'm bothering you

We arrive on stage
Like lions in the arena
We don't give you any gifts
We defend our skin
Some are booed
Others are consecrated
Some never recover

From good to bad roles
We spend our lives in sad bars
Music halls
It's not always funny

Some walk too fast
Without having had time to learn to live
And when their trend is over
They are thrown away, swept, classified
But do you know what it's like
To bear a name that is no longer yours
And the time it takes to accept the truth

Those who adored you
Have forgotten
When they no longer like you
You've lost everything

And how to forget
The eyes
Of young or old men
Who were at your feet
For one evening
Their flowers and their tickets
Which we never quite believed
The others walk later
But too many false hopes
Have embittered them a bit
And it's rare that they are happy

Star, becoming a star
It's a beautiful story
Star of a night, light of an evening
Who comes, who goes
We only see the glory

From good to bad roles
We spend our lives in sad bars
Music halls
It's not always funny

Those who think they are well made
Wrapped in sequins
Display their bodies, sell their gestures
I like musicians
When they party until morning

There are a few women who know how to move
Three steps and it's won
Maybe if I tried
I could make it
But I'm not very comfortable
Using my body
I'm afraid of forgetting my lines
I think of the next chord

It's not very spectacular
I don't know how to do it
I sing, that's all
Songs about you and us
Anyway, I don't know why
I'm telling you all this
Sorry for the detour
I live day by day

Star, becoming a star
Ridiculous puppet
Star of a night, light of an evening
Poor mirror
Made only of glory
It's not always funny
Spending your life in sad bars
Music halls
From good to bad roles

Yet if you don't mind
My clumsiness and all that
I will come sing for you
Even when nothing goes right