by 
Song: C’est La Vie
Singer: Richie Campbell
Label: Richie Campbell
Release date: May 30, 2026
C’est La Vie Lyrics In English Translation
When a woman rejects a man who has a vision,
and ends up accepting a man who just has a television,
she ends up watching his vision on the screen, you see?
I’ve got a Rolex on my wrist, and it doesn’t tick-tock.
That’s why I don’t make a sound.
I was born rich, and God’s right behind me.
Move out of the way when you see Bridgetown.
I can’t rest, life’s quick, and I need,
more dollars and British pounds.
We’ll shut down the critics and silence their talk,
because none of those boys can sing this song.
We’re too skilled, those boys aren’t as skilled as we are.
That’s life, none of them are real, they just want to be,
as skilled as us, and I don’t know why they’re mad at me.
That’s life, my friend.
(Oh, oh).
I brought a new outfit back from Amsterdam,
two talents united for the very same mission,
three representing the trident, four for the vision,
and my crew, I can count them on the fingers of one hand.
I spent six thousand on my new television,
our ideals stand strong without signed legal contracts,
we’re immortal, leaving my last will in musical notes.
Between us and them, there’s only commas.
A new car with tinted windows,
driving from one end of the peninsula to the other,
the police can’t even see the license plate.
(That’s life.)
We’re too skilled, those boys aren’t as skilled as we are.
That’s life, none of them are real, they just want to be,
as skilled as us, and I don’t know why they’re mad at me.
That’s life, my friend.
Every time I step out, the girls say uh-huh,
they fall to their knees, begging to ride in the Benz, but I’ve got to say no.
Nowadays the girls want me, but back in the day they never did,
now it’s thirty thousand or Bridgetown’ll say no.
So whoever wants to be angry can go ahead and be angry,
(that’s life).
Admit it, your new girl’s ridiculous,
ridiculous, with a tattoo on her gallbladder.
And it’s only fair for me to say it’s a premonition,
just like my brother Richie, it’s manumission ‘gaining our freedom’,
we’re the last of a dying breed, oh-oh,
in a hotel with a view, look at how beautiful life is.
Without using a stylist, there’s haute couture in my writing,
except for the Bridgetown gear we ordered,
Against the monarchy, tell me who sent you?
Thinking about taking a vacation in Kathmandu.
God’s in control (that’s life).
We’re too skilled, those boys aren’t as skilled as we are.
That’s life, none of them are real, they just want to be,
as skilled as us, and I don’t know why they’re mad at me.
That’s life, my friend, that’s life.
We’re too skilled.
(Oh, oh).
That’s life.
(Oh, oh).
We’re too skilled,
none of them are real, they just want to be,
Hey, Dudu, why’re they mad at me?
(Oh, oh).
We’re too skilled.
That’s life.
We’re too skilled.
