Vianney Bureau better known by the mononym Vianney (born in Pau on 13 Febru… Read Full Bio ↴Vianney Bureau better known by the mononym Vianney (born in Pau on 13 February 1991) is a French singer songwriter. His debut album Idées blanches was certified gold. Vianney grew up in Paris in a musical family. His father was a singer and guitar player. At 12, he started writing songs. He studied at Notre-Dame-des-Oiseaux College and later three years at Lycée militaire de Saint-Cyr. After his baccalaureate, in 2009 studied at Paris School of Business called ESG Management School de Paris for three more years later continuing for a business diploma in London. Finally he studied styling at École supérieure des arts et techniques de la mode (ESMOD) graduating in June 2014. His varied specializations gained him social and artistic diversity. In 2011, Vianney met Isabelle Vaudey, his manager who arranged for public performances and a meeting with Antoine Essertier who offered to produce his debut album Idées blanches recorded in summer of 2013 and released on 20 October 2014. With the album, he was signed to the "Tôt ou tard" record label in February 2014. His first charting single from the album was "Je te déteste" with the music video directed by Nicolas Davenel. The follow up single "Pas là" became his biggest chart success. The music video was directed by Nicolas Bary and featuring Lola Bessis in the video. He took part in the 30-event tour of Florent Pagny entitled Vieillir ensemble, and had collaborations with various artists including Samaha of Shaka Ponk and with Joyce Jonathan in "Les filles d'aujourd'hui". He also recorded an acoustic version of his album Idées blanches. On 27 January 2015, he won the W9 Talent Award against other nominated acts Christine and the Queens, Indila, Black M, Irma, The Dø, Camélia Jordana, Peter Peter, Brigitte and Adrien Gallo. He was nominated for "Revelation Album of the Year" during Victoires de la musique 2015. In 2016, he won the "Artiste interprète of the Year" at the same event.

Mon étoile
Vianney Lyrics

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Tes jolis chaussons roses
N'ont pas l'air torturés
Par tes mouvements grandioses
Ma danseuse de ballet
Ballerines qui s'échinent
Sur un brillant parquet
Qu'une pointe déchire
Au point de l'écailler

Quand t'enveloppes, dans du blanc
Du bleu, du brun, du rose
Tu fais valser le tulle
Comme une tulipe éclose
Les étoiles n'ont de grand
Que la grâce qu'elles épousent
Parfois en découvrant
Vos poitrines trop douces
Je l'avoue, j'imagine
Que malgré ce Chagall
Dans le noir, tu devines
Qu'il y a mon cœur loyal
Et je rêve qu'un d'ces soirs
Sur la place des Vosges
On discutera Béjart
De petits ou d'autres choses

J'imagine, qu'au réveil
Quand tu étends le bras
Un rayon de soleil
Semble invité chez toi
Et quand d'un coup de peigne
Tu remets bien en place
Le chignon, ce diadème
Qui range ta tignasse
Hahaaaahaaaa

J'imagine que c'est dur
Que ça sent le travail
Dans tes tristes blessures
Physiques ou bien mentales
Repose toi, dans mes bras
Dis s'ils sont à ta taille
Ma danseuse, mon étoile
Redeviens petit rat

Compte moi

Overall Meaning

a bit about Vianney and his style of music. Then, I'll dive into the lyrics of "Mon étoile" and provide my interpretation of them.

Vianney is a French singer-songwriter who rose to fame in 2014 with the release of his debut single, "Pas là." He has since released three studio albums and has won numerous awards for his music, including two Victoires de la musique (the French equivalent of the Grammy Awards). Vianney's music is characterized by his unique voice, which is often compared to that of a child or a young boy, and his poetic, introspective lyrics.

"Mon étoile" is one of the standout tracks from Vianney's latest album, "N'attendons pas." The song is a tribute to a ballet dancer, who is described in loving, almost reverent terms throughout the lyrics. The first verse describes the dancer's delicate pink ballet shoes, which seem untouched by the grandiose movements of her routine. The second verse evokes the image of the dancer in her tutu, floating gracefully across the dance floor, while the chorus compares her to a shining star in the night sky.

The lyrics take a more personal turn in the third verse, as the singer admits to imagining the dancer as his own love interest. He dreams of discussing ballet with her on the Place des Vosges and confesses his loyalty to her. The final verse is more somber, as the singer recognizes the toll that dancing can take on a person's body and psyche. He urges the dancer to rest and recover, promising to be there for her.

Line by Line Meaning

Tes jolis chaussons roses
Your beautiful pink ballet shoes

N'ont pas l'air torturés
They don't seem to be tortured

Par tes mouvements grandioses
By your grandiose movements

Ma danseuse de ballet
My ballet dancer

Ballerines qui s'échinent
Ballerinas who strain themselves

Sur un brillant parquet
On a shiny dance floor

Qu'une pointe déchire
That a pointe shoe tears

Au point de l'écailler
To the point of chipping it

Quand t'enveloppes, dans du blanc
When you dress yourself in white

Du bleu, du brun, du rose
Blue, brown, pink

Tu fais valser le tulle
You make the tulle dance

Comme une tulipe éclose
Like a bloomed tulip

Les étoiles n'ont de grand
The stars don't have anything grand

Que la grâce qu'elles épousent
Other than the grace they embody

Parfois en découvrant
Sometimes while discovering

Vos poitrines trop douces
Your too soft breasts

Je l'avoue, j'imagine
I admit, I imagine

Que malgré ce Chagall
That despite this Chagall

Dans le noir, tu devines
In the dark, you guess

Qu'il y a mon cœur loyal
That my loyal heart is there

Et je rêve qu'un d'ces soirs
And I dream that one of those nights

Sur la place des Vosges
On Place des Vosges

On discutera Béjart
We will discuss Béjart

De petits ou d'autres choses
About small or other things

J'imagine, qu'au réveil
I imagine, when you wake up

Quand tu étends le bras
When you stretch your arm

Un rayon de soleil
A sunbeam

Semble invité chez toi
Seems invited to your place

Et quand d'un coup de peigne
And when with a comb stroke

Tu remets bien en place
You put back in place

Le chignon, ce diadème
The bun, this diadem

Qui range ta tignasse
That tidies up your hair

J'imagine que c'est dur
I imagine it's hard

Que ça sent le travail
That it smells like work

Dans tes tristes blessures
In your sad wounds

Physiques ou bien mentales
Physical or mental

Repose toi, dans mes bras
Rest in my arms

Dis s'ils sont à ta taille
Say if they fit you well

Ma danseuse, mon étoile
My dancer, my star

Redeviens petit rat
Become a little mouse again

Compte moi
Count on me

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: VIANNEY BUREAU, CYRIL BARBESSOL

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