Akhenaton — Le Fiston song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Fiston" by Akhenaton.
Lyrics
J’entends la porte porte claquer, comme tous les soirs: j’dors pas
C’est 2 h et quart, qu’est ce que c’gosse peut faire dehors si tard
J’aurais jamais cru angoisser comme § a
Lui parler? j’crois pas ! il a tЄte dure comme § a
Repas tendus, depuis 1 ans il m’nargue
Faisant preuve d’intol (c)rance gratuite, bЄtement il s’marre
Quand les sujets d (c)bordent, et la discussion devient ўpre
Autour de nous, les visages s’ferment, quand les mots tapent
Rebondissent sur les murs d’incomphr (c)hension, vivement
Abr (c)g© d'la courte vie d’un gosse qui a grandi trop rapidement
Comme ces m (c)gots cartonn (c)s que j’trouve des fois
L’odeur sur les pulls, et trous d’br"lures sur le survЄtement
J’r (c)agis schement, lui semble s’en foutre
Et ses potes viennent le chercher, musique a fond dans l’doute
J’regarde par la fenЄtre, ils ont pas l’air trop fut-fut
Mais ett les autres parents doivent dire la mЄme chose d’mon fils, brut
Hier j’ai appris qu’il dormait l’arrire du bus, tous les matins
Au lieu d’aller en cours de terminus en terminus
Qu’est ce qu’il va faire? l’avenir foutu en l’air au juste
Se lever, aprs qu’on s’couche, regarder Canal+?
C’est pas la vie, envie d’le serrer dans les bras
Lui dire combien j’l’aime, dire combien il compte pour moi
Chacun d’ses regards; un coup d’couteau dans le foie
Mais c’est mon fils, et rien ni personne ne m’l’enleverra
REFRAIN: LYRICIST (MIC FORCING)
T’es minable, regarde lui, BAC, Terminale
Toi t’es juste connu d’la Bac et d’leur terminal
C’est toujours les mЄme remarques
‡a s’voit qu’y marche pas dans mes Air Max,
Y flippe parce que j’r (c)sserre le masque.
Jeudi 11 heures les gendarmes sont venus l’chercher
Il (c)tait pas l, tu penses en plein (c)t©, j’le vois mЄme pas
J’espre qu’il vole pas, il a toujours eu l’n (c)cessaire
Mais j’sais, c’est une g (c)n (c)ration d’superflu
Vie super floue, j’m’en remettrais pas d’aller l’voir l’hosto.
Demi-mort, allong© sous perfu
mensonges, vice et subterfuges, il a bien fallu qu’j’m’habitue,
Inquietude au quotidien
Vile solitude, faisant appel Dieu et sa Mansuetude
Faites qu’il lve la tЄte et finisse ses (c)tudes au lieu d'§ a,
J’ai trouv© des cotons imbib (c)s d’sang, flacons d’alcool,
Des pansements et l’bordel dans les rangements
L’adjudant parlait d’bless© grave, j’l'(c)coutais mЄme plus,
Qu’il aille au diable, et l’autre s’faire foutre lui et son rap
Tant d’moments d’redemption prier genoux
J’compris que l’heure (c)tait venue d’payer
TempЄte dans un sablier aujourd’hui l’temps m'(c)chappe
MЄme dans mes souvenirs, les belles ann (c)es d’enfance du p’tit s'(c)chappent
Et qu’est c’qu’il m’reste douleurs et soucis
Attendre patiemment qu’la mort frappe avec sa faux, si
C’est pas la vie, envie d’le serrer dans les bras
Lui dire combien j’l’aime, dire combien il compte pour moi
Chacun d’ses regards, un coup d’couteau dans l’foie
Mais c’est mon fils, et rien ni personne ne m’l’enlvera.
Lyrics translation
I hear the door slam, like every night: I don't sleep
It's 2: 30, What can kid do outside so late
I never thought I'd be anxious like § a
Talk to him? I don't think so ! it was so hard as § a
Tense meals, for 1 years he taunts me
Showing FREE intol (c) rance, bЄtement he laughs
When the topics d (c)border, and the discussion becomes ypre
Around us, the faces close, when the words type
Bounce off the walls of incomphr (c)hension, vividly
Abr (c)g© of the short life of a kid who grew up too quickly
Like these M (c)gots cartonn (C) s that I find sometimes
The smell on the sweaters, and holes of br " lures on the survЄtement
I (c)Act scheme, he seems to give a shit
And his friends come looking for him, music has deep in doubt
I look out the window, they don't look too fut-fut
But ett the other parents have to say the same thing about my son, gross
Yesterday I learned that he slept at the back of the bus, every morning
Instead of going from terminus to terminus
What's he gonna do? the future screwed up just right
Get up after we go to bed, watch Canal+?
It's not life, want to hug him
Tell him how much I love him, tell him how much he matters to me
Every one of his looks; a stab in the liver
But he is my son, and nothing and no one will take him away from me
CHORUS: LYRICIST (MIC FORCING)
You're miserable, look at him, BAC, Terminal
You just got to know the Lac and their terminal.
It's always the same remarks
‡a you can see that it does not work in my Air Max,
It freaks because I R (C) sserre mask.
Thursday 11 o'clock the gendarmes came for him
He (c)was not l, you think in full (c) t©, I see it even not
I hope he does not fly, he always had the N (c)cease
But I know, it's a g (C) N (C) ration of superfluous
Super fuzzy life, I wouldn't mind going to the hospital.
Half-dead, long© under perfu
lies, vice and subterfuges, I had to get used to it,
Daily anxiety
Vile loneliness, appealing to God and his meekness
Have him read the title and finish his (c)studies instead of§ a,
I found cotton swabs imbib (C) s of blood, vials of alcohol,
Dressings and brothel in storage
The adjutant was talking about serious injury, I (c)cost even more,
Let him go to hell, and the other fuck him and his rap
So many moments of redemption pray knees
I understood that the time (c)had come to pay
Temptete in an hourglass Today Time M ' (C)chappe
Even in my memories, the beautiful childhood years of the Little s ' (c)chappent
And what is it that I have left pains and worries
Patiently wait for Death to strike with his fake, if
It's not life, want to hug him
Tell him how much I love him, tell him how much he matters to me
Every one of his looks, a stab in the liver
But he's my son, and nothing or anyone will take him away from me.