De Bien Jolies Flammes
Étienne Daho Lyrics


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De biens jolies flammes éclaboussent minuit
Orange indigo dans tes yeux cernés, l'incendie
C'est le triomphe des cerveaux rétrécis
Sur les trottoirs fous de la haine, l'ennemi
Les sirènes hurlent, les balles sifflent, trop de bruits
Mais nos sanglots couvrent les cris
De biens jolies flammes, assombrissent minuit
Ta plainte restera muette cette nuit
Mon oriflamme, ma vaillante chérie
Migraineuse affolée nerveuse et trahie
Les sirènes hurlent les balles sifflent à l'infini
Pour nous défendre, j'suis bien trop p'tit
La mort ce soir frappera aveugle et sans merci
Pour tout comprendre, j'suis bien trop p'tit
Une Bien Jolie Flamme, mon astre de minuit




Lumière Lucie auteur de mes jours, de ma nuit
Auteur de mes jours, de ma nuit

Overall Meaning

In the song "De biens jolies flammes" by Étienne Daho, the lyrics refer to a chaotic and violent scene, where pretty flames spread in the middle of the night, but they are the result of the small-minded people triumphing over the streets filled with hate and enemies. Among the noise of sirens and bullets, the singer and his loved one are left feeling helpless and small against the wave of destruction surrounding them. The lyrics suggest that they are unable to understand why such violence is happening, and it feels like it will never end.


The song has a melancholic tone and an underlying sense of despair. It speaks to the helplessness and fear that people experience during times of conflict and violence. The singer is unable to protect his loved one, and it seems that there is no hope for any resolution or understanding. The reference to "Lucie", the author of his days and his nights, adds to the sense of loss and longing for a more peaceful world.


Line by Line Meaning

De biens jolies flammes éclaboussent minuit
Beautiful flames splash around midnight


Orange indigo dans tes yeux cernés, l'incendie
Orange-indigo in your shadowed eyes, the fire


C'est le triomphe des cerveaux rétrécis
It's the triumph of narrow minds


Sur les trottoirs fous de la haine, l'ennemi
On the sidewalks crazy with hate, the enemy


Les sirènes hurlent, les balles sifflent, trop de bruits
Sirens wail, bullets whistle, too much noise


Mais nos sanglots couvrent les cris
But our sobs drown out the screams


De biens jolies flammes, assombrissent minuit
Beautiful flames darken midnight


Ta plainte restera muette cette nuit
Your complaint will remain silent tonight


Mon oriflamme, ma vaillante chérie
My battle flag, my valiant darling


Migraineuse affolée nerveuse et trahie
Migraine-ridden, panicked, nervous and betrayed


Les sirènes hurlent les balles sifflent à l'infini
Sirens wail, bullets whistle ad infinitum


Pour nous défendre, j'suis bien trop p'tit
To defend us, I'm way too small


La mort ce soir frappera aveugle et sans merci
Death will strike blindly and mercilessly tonight


Pour tout comprendre, j'suis bien trop p'tit
To understand everything, I'm way too small


Une Bien Jolie Flamme, mon astre de minuit
A Beautiful Flame, my midnight star


Lumière Lucie auteur de mes jours, de ma nuit
Light Lucie, author of my days, and my night


Auteur de mes jours, de ma nuit
Author of my days, and my night




Writer(s): Arnold Turboust, Etienne Daho Copyright: Satori Songs

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