Chasseur de nuages
Jean-Louis Aubert Lyrics

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Chasseur de nuages, du cœur à l'ouvrage
C'est le ciel qui te pousse, qui te tire
Chasseur de nuages, pour fendeur d'orage
C'est le ciel qui te tord le cou

Collectionneur des heures, tous ont de la valeur
Les stratus, les cumulus, les cirrus et les cunnilingus

Chasseur de nuages, ton cœur n'a pas d'age
Le ciel te garde une âme d'enfant

Chasseur de nuages, tu épies les présages
Le ciel te déroge tout le temps

Collectionneur à tes heures, tu connais bien leurs humeurs
Nimbus, Marius, Sirius et l'petit cunnilingus

Que serait le ciel sans jamais un nuage
Un pays fasciste, sans pluie, sans mirage

Chasseur de nuages,
C'est le ciel qui te pousse, qui te tire.

Overall Meaning

The song "Chasseur de nuages" by Jean-Louis Aubert portrays a unique perspective of a cloud hunter who is described as someone who is determined to collect and observe every type of cloud. The first verse describes the passion of the cloud hunter and how he is driven by the sky above him. The second verse speaks about his collection of different types of clouds, which he sees as collecting valuable hours. He does not discriminate between any of the clouds, and he cherishes them all.

The chorus emphasizes the love the cloud hunter has for chasing the clouds and how it keeps him feeling young. He is always looking up, spying on the sky, trying to predict what will happen next. The last line perhaps suggests that the pursuit of clouds is a never-ending cycle - he is always chasing them, and the sky above is always intriguing and mysterious.

Aubert's lyrics are impressively poetic, and the way he describes the clouds is quite unusual. Instead of just talking about rain clouds, he mentions a variety of clouds that most people may never have heard of, like "cirrus and the cunnilingus," making the piece unique and intriguing.

Line by Line Meaning

Chasseur de nuages, du cœur à l'ouvrage
Cloud hunter, from the heart to the task

C'est le ciel qui te pousse, qui te tire
It's the sky that pushes you, that pulls you

Chasseur de nuages, pour fendeur d'orage
Cloud hunter, as storm splitter

C'est le ciel qui te tord le cou
It's the sky that twists your neck

Collectionneur des heures, tous ont de la valeur
Collector of the hours, they all have value

Les stratus, les cumulus, les cirrus et les cunnilingus
The stratus, the cumulus, the cirrus and the small clouds

Chasseur de nuages, ton cœur n'a pas d'âge
Cloud hunter, your heart has no age

Le ciel te garde une âme d'enfant
The sky keeps you a child at heart

Chasseur de nuages, tu épies les présages
Cloud hunter, you spy on the omens

Le ciel te déroge tout le temps
The sky defies you all the time

Collectionneur à tes heures, tu connais bien leurs humeurs
Collector in your free time, you know their moods well