Born in Iskretz, Bulgaria, to a Bulgarian-Armenian father and a Hungarian mother, Vartan arrived in France when she was 10. She married the French rocker Johnny Hallyday on April 12, 1965 in Loconville. They have a son, David Hallyday (who is also a singer), born David Michael Benjamin Smet on August 14, 1966. Johnny Hallyday and Sylvie Vartan were France's "Golden Couple" of their generation. They divorced on November 4, 1980.
She is currently married to American media mogul Tony Scotti. She is actor Michael Vartan's aunt.
In 2005, Sylvie Vartan was appointed as WHO Goodwill Ambassador for Maternal and Child Health in the European Region.
Her European hits include "Panne d'essence" ('Out Of Gas'), "Comme un garçon" ('Like a boy'), "J’ai un problème, je crois bien que je t’aime" ('I have a problem: I really think I love you'), and "La plus belle pour aller danser" ('The most beautiful to go dancing'). She is also rembered for such songs such as "L'amour c'est comme une cigarette" (Love is like a cigarette)
L'Infidèle
Sylvie Vartan Lyrics
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Mais ne me pose pas de questions
Ce soir mon ciel est bien trop lourd
Pour les sermons et les discours
J'ai retrouve toute ma raison
Et j'ai renvoyй mes dйmons
Poignarder d'autres coeurs de verre
Je fais le chemin a l'envers
Je voulais juste un peu d'air pur
Calmer le feu de mes blessures
Du vents dans mes cheveux dйfaits
Je voulais juste respirer
Et m'envoler a tire d'ailes
Que on me dise encore "tu es belle"
Comme font les hommes dans les romans
Maquiller mes lиvres rouge sang, mes lиvres
Rouge sang
Je sais que toute la ville en parle
Qu'on a йvite le scandale
Qu'on ma croise dans les hфtels
Qu'on montre du doigt l'infidиle
J'ai enfin soigne mes morsures
Et j'ai apaise mes brыlures
Cette fois je rentre pour de bon
Revoir dйfiler les saisons
Vingt ans d'amour a domicile
C'est long pour un coeur volatile
Qui ne rкve qu'en technicolor
De grand large et d'оle au trйsor
Pourtant je rentre a la maison
En attendant que ce poison
Me fasse oublier le passe
Comme on bascule un sablier... Un sablier
Comme on bascule un sablier... Un sablier
Je voulais juste un peu d'air pur
Calmer le feu de mes blessures
Du vent dans mes cheveux dйfaits
Je voulais juste respirer
Et m'envolera tire d'ailes
Qu'on me dise encore "tu es belle"
Comme disent les hommes dans les romans
Maquiller mes lиvres rouge sang... Mes lиvres rouge sang
Maquiller mes lиvres rouge sang... Mes lиvres rouge sang
Maquiller mes lиvres rouge sang... Mes lиvres rouge sang
The lyrics of Sylvie Vartan's song L'Infidèle tell the story of a woman coming back home after being unfaithful to her partner. She asks him not to ask any questions because she cannot bear the thought of his lectures or reproaches. She feels burdened and heavy-hearted, and has finally regained her senses after being controlled by her demons. She wanted to breathe some fresh air and create some distance from her emotional wounds. She longed for a beautiful escape from her everyday life to feel beautiful again, to hear someone compliment her or to wear her signature shade of red lipstick. The song conveys the complicated emotions behind infidelity and the fantasy of a perfect life that distracts one from what is most important.
The lyrics of L'Infidèle are full of vivid metaphors that amplify the feelings experienced by the singer. The line "poignarder d'autres coeurs de verre" (stabbing other hearts made of glass) encapsulates the sense of wanting to move on and start anew. She wants to put her past behind her and cause no more harm, but she understands that she has done so before. She describes her conflicted feelings of wanting to escape, being the object of men's romantic desires and feeling beautiful, while also wanting to come home and face the realities of her life. She understands the consequences of her behavior and wants to make amends.
Line by Line Meaning
Tu vois, je rentre a la maison
I am coming back home, but please do not ask me any questions.
Ce soir mon ciel est bien trop lourd
Tonight, I am feeling heavy-hearted.
Pour les sermons et les discours
I do not want to hear any lectures or speeches.
J'ai retrouve toute ma raison
I have regained my sanity.
Et j'ai renvoyй mes dйmons
I have dismissed my demons.
Poignarder d'autres coeurs de verre
I will not hurt any fragile hearts again.
Je fais le chemin a l'envers
I am retracing my steps.
Je voulais juste un peu d'air pur
I just wanted some fresh air.
Calmer le feu de mes blessures
To ease my pain.
Du vents dans mes cheveux dйfaits
Letting the wind blow through my messy hair.
Et m'envoler a tire d'ailes
To fly away with freedom.
Que on me dise encore "tu es belle"
So that someone can assure me that I am still beautiful.
Comme font les hommes dans les romans
Just like how the men in the novels do.
Maquiller mes lиvres rouge sang, mes lиvres
Painting my lips with crimson red, my lips.
Je sais que toute la ville en parle
I know that everyone in the town is talking about it.
Qu'on a йvite le scandale
We avoided the scandal.
Qu'on ma croise dans les hфtels
People saw me in hotels.
Qu'on montre du doigt l'infidиle
They are pointing fingers at the unfaithful one.
J'ai enfin soigne mes morsures
I have finally healed my wounds.
Et j'ai apaise mes brыlures
My burns are finally soothed down.
Cette fois je rentre pour de bon
This time, I am back home for good.
Revoir dйfiler les saisons
To witness the passing of seasons once again.
Vingt ans d'amour a domicile
I have been living with love at home for twenty years.
C'est long pour un coeur volatile
It is too long for a heart that is flighty.
Qui ne rкve qu'en technicolor
A heart that dreams in technicolor only.
De grand large et d'оle au trйsor
Dreaming of endless sea and treasure islands.
En attendant que ce poison
Until this poison completely fades.
Me fasse oublier le passe
And makes me forget the past.
Comme on bascule un sablier...
Like flipping over an hourglass...
Je voulais juste un peu d'air pur
I just wanted some fresh air.
Calmer le feu de mes blessures
To ease my pain.
Du vent dans mes cheveux dйfaits
Letting the wind blow through my messy hair.
Et m'envolera tire d'ailes
To fly away with freedom.
Qu'on me dise encore "tu es belle"
So that someone can assure me that I am still beautiful.
Comme disent les hommes dans les romans
Just like how the men in the novels do.
Maquiller mes lиvres rouge sang... Mes lиvres rouge sang
Painting my lips with crimson red... My lips, crimson red.
Contributed by Sydney R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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