Marilou sous la neige
G.S. Lyrics


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Ah baiser la main d'une femme du monde,
Et m'ecorcher les levres ses diamants,
Et puis dans la jaguar, brler son leopard,
Avec une cigarette anglaise,
Et s'envoyer des dry, au Gordon et des Pimm's,
Number one avant que de filer chez Maxim's.
Grand seigneur, dix sacs au chasseur,
Enfin poser, ma pelle echauffe, ma gamelle.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of G.S.'s song Marilou Sous La Neige depict a luxurious lifestyle and the indulgence of materialistic pleasures. The opening verse talks about kissing the hand of a woman from high society and getting the lips cut by her diamond jewelry. The singer then describes burning a leopard in a Jaguar car and smoking an English cigarette while enjoying expensive drinks like Gordon and Pimm before heading off to the famous nightclub Maxim's. The lyrics then talk about the singer's lavish spending habits with the reference of giving ten bags to the hunter and finally finding a place to rest with a hot shovel and a warm meal.


The lyrics, on the surface, portray a life of privilege and extravagance. However, the song could also be interpreted as a criticism of the empty and vapid lifestyle that comes with wealth. While the singer enjoys the opulent lifestyle, it is devoid of any genuine emotion, and the emptiness is evident in the stark imagery of the burning leopard.


Line by Line Meaning

Ah baiser la main d'une femme du monde,
Oh, to kiss the hand of a high society woman,


Et m'ecorcher les levres ses diamants,
And to scrape my lips on her diamonds,


Et puis dans la jaguar, brler son leopard,
And then in the jaguar, burn her leopard print,


Avec une cigarette anglaise,
With an English cigarette,


Et s'envoyer des dry, au Gordon et des Pimm's,
And to drink dry gin, Gordon's and Pimm's,


Number one avant que de filer chez Maxim's.
Number one before heading to Maxim's.


Grand seigneur, dix sacs au chasseur,
A great lord, ten bags to the hunter,


Enfin poser, ma pelle echauffe, ma gamelle.
Finally resting, my shovel hot, my pot.




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