Coupe-ongles
A delirious remix blending royal-era classical intro and modern French chaos, Opens with harpsichord, violins, and cathedral reverb, a dramatic voice reciting the first lines like a Versailles opera, Record scratch, accordion joins in, laughter, and boom — beat drops, Funky French house groove with Moog bass, brass, and cancan drums collide with yéyé guitars and vocoder choirs, The chorus turns into an operatic EDM anthem, full of absurd passion and Parisian flair, Mid-section: choral bridge “Châtaigne, ma lumière!” over orchestral drama, then massive drop — electric guitars, analog synths, classical orchestra, and crowd samples shouting “Vive la châtaigne!” Final explosion blends cabaret swing, rave synths, and royal horns, Humor meets grandeur, like Marie-Antoinette dancing with Daft Punk under neon lights
Coupe-ongles
A delirious remix blending royal-era classical intro and modern French chaos, Opens with harpsichord, violins, and cathedral reverb, a dramatic voice reciting the first lines like a Versailles opera, Record scratch, accordion joins in, laughter, and boom — beat drops, Funky French house groove with Moog bass, brass, and cancan drums collide with yéyé guitars and vocoder choirs, The chorus turns into an operatic EDM anthem, full of absurd passion and Parisian flair, Mid-section: choral bridge “Châtaigne, ma lumière!” over orchestral drama, then massive drop — electric guitars, analog synths, classical orchestra, and crowd samples shouting “Vive la châtaigne!” Final explosion blends cabaret swing, rave synths, and royal horns, Humor meets grandeur, like Marie-Antoinette dancing with Daft Punk under neon lights
Lyrics
Coupe-ongles…
Oooohh ooohhh…
Coupe-ongles…
ooohhh ooohhh…
Où t’es encore passé, depuis samedi…
Le stress est monté, j’retourne tout l’appartement.
Peut-être sous le lit, je dois chercher loin…
Quand j’te perds, j’suis vraiment dans l’pétrin.
Toi, mon coupe-ongles adoré…
« T’es pas sympa de te cacher… »
Tu répands ton petit clic sacré, une magie du ciel,
Ton absence me rend fou, un vertige irréel.
Ce soir j’te retrouve, coupe-ongles, fais briller mes doigts,
Ton acier minuscule est un feu qui s’éteint pas.
Une coupe suffit, et l’élégance s’affole,
Les voisines jalousent ces ongles comme des folles.
Tu ralentis mon stress, mes mains revivent encore,
Tu fais de mes dix doigts le plus beau des trésors.
Pas de beauté, sans cet outil, oh-oh
Coupe-ongles, mon ami, délivre-moi, oh-oh
Rangé je ne sais où, je perds la raison
Vite, vite, montre-toi, j’ai une réunion…
Coupe-ongles, mon très cher, mon plus grand problème,
Tu m’as laissé perdu, dans un silence extrême.
Sans toi, je n’ai plus d’armes… ma main est condamnée,
À porter des gants pour le reste de la journée.
—
손톱깎이…
오오오 손톱깎이…
손톱깎이…
오오오오…
토요일 이후로 도대체 어디 간 거야…
스트레스 올라서 집을 완전 다ひ어엎었어.
침대 아래인가? 멀리까지 찾아봐야 해…
너 없으면 난 진짜 큰일 나.
내 사랑하는 손톱깎이야…
“숨지 좀 마, 진짜…”
너의 작은 딱 소리는 하늘의 마법 같고,
네가 없으면 미치겠어, 어지럽기까지 해.
오늘 밤엔 꼭 널 찾을 거야, 손톱깎아, 내 손가락 좀 빛나게 해줘,
네 작은 쇠 한 조각이 꺼지지 않는 불이거든.
한 번만 잘라도 우아함이 폭발하고,
옆집 이웃들은 내 손톱 보고 질투 폭발해.
너 오면 내 스트레스가 사라지고,
내 열 개 손가락이 보물처럼 살아나.
이 도구 없인 미모도 없어, oh-oh
손톱깎이야, 내 친구야, 나 좀 살려줘, oh-oh
어디 처박혀 있는지 모르겠고 머리가 돌아가,
빨리 빨리 나와줘, 나 회의 있단 말이야…
손톱깎아, 내 가장 큰 고민이자 내 소중한 너,
너 없으니까 갑자기 세상이 조용해졌어.
너 없으면 난 무기 없는 전사 같아… 내 손은 끝났어,
오늘 하루는 장갑 끼고 살아야겠다…
—
Nail clipper…
Ooooh nail clipper…
Nail clipper…
Ooooh oooh…
Since Saturday, where on earth did you disappear…
My stress shot up, I turned the whole apartment upside down.
Maybe under the bed? I probably have to search all the way to Narnia…
Without you, I’m seriously doomed.
My beloved nail clipper…
“Stop hiding already, seriously…”
Your tiny click is like magic falling from the sky,
And without you, I’m losing it — I’m literally dizzy.
Tonight, I WILL find you, nail clipper, make my fingers shine again,
Because that tiny piece of metal is a flame that never goes out.
Just one cut and elegance explodes,
The neighbors get jealous the moment they see my nails.
When you come back, my stress melts away,
And all ten of my fingers come back to life like treasure.
Without this tool, there is no beauty, oh-oh
Nail clipper, my friend, please save me, oh-oh
I don’t even know where you’re hiding — I’m losing my mind,
Hurry up and show yourself, I’ve got a meeting…
Nail clipper, my biggest problem and yet so dear,
Without you, the world suddenly went quiet.
Without you, I’m a warrior with no weapon… my hand is doomed,
Looks like I’ll have to wear gloves for the rest of the day…