Nicolas Peyrac — Et Mon Père song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Et Mon Père" by Nicolas Peyrac.
Lyrics
Quand vous dansiez en ce temps-là,
Pas besoin de pédale wah-wah.
C'était pas la bossa nova
Mais ça remuait bien déjà.
Les caves étaient profondes
Et la ronde
Ne s’arrêtait pas.
Un vieux piano bastringue
Et les dingues
Tournoyaient déjà.
Et Juliette avait encore son nez.
Aragon n'était pas un minet.
Sartre était déjà bien engagé.
Au Café de Flore, y avait déjà des folles
Et mon père venait de débarquer.
Il hantait déjà les boutiquiers.
Dans sa chambre, on troquait du café.
Il ignorait qu’un jour, j’en parlerais.
Quand vous flirtiez en ce temps-là,
Vous vous touchiez du bout des doigts.
La pilule n’existait pas.
Fallait pas jouer à ces jeux-là.
Vous vous disiez «je t’aime»,
Parfois même
Vous faisiez l’amour.
Aujourd’hui, deux salades,
Trois tirades
Et c’est l’affaire qui court.
L’oncle Adolf s'était déjà flingué.
Son Eva l’avait accompagné,
Des fois qu’il aurait voulu draguer:
Qui sait si, là-haut, il n’y a pas des folles
Et mon père allait bientôt planter
Cette graine qui allait lui donner
Ce débile qui essaie de chanter.
Il ignorait que viendraient mes cadets.
Quand vous chantiez en ce temps-là,
L’argent ne faisait pas la loi.
Les hit parades n’existaient pas,
Du moins, ils n'étaient pas de poids.
Tu mettais des semaines
Et des semaines,
Parfois des années.
Si t’avais pas de tripes,
Ta boutique, eux,
Pouvaient la fermer
Et Trenet avait mis des années,
Brassens commençait à emballer
Et Bécaud astiquait son clavier.
Monsieur Brel ne parlait pas encore des folles
Et mon père venait de débarquer
Là ou restait quelque humanité,
Là où les gens savaient encore parler
De l’avenir… même s’ils sont fatigués.
Et Juliette avait encore son nez.
Aragon n'était pas un minet.
Sartre était déjà bien engagé.
Au Café de Flore, y avait déjà des folles
Et mon père venait de débarquer
Là ou restait quelque humanité,
Là où les gens savaient encore parler
De l’avenir… même s’ils sont fatigués.
Lyrics translation
When you were dancing at that time,
No need for wah-wah pedal.
It wasn't bossa nova.
But it was already stirring.
The cellars were deep
And the round
Didn't stop.
An old piano beats
And the Crazy Ones
They were already spinning.
And Juliette still had her nose.
Aragon wasn't a twink.
Sartre was already well engaged.
At the Café de Flore, there were already crazy people
And my father had just arrived.
He was already haunting shopkeepers.
In his room, we were exchanging coffee.
He didn't know I'd talk about it one day.
When you were flirting at that time,
You were touching each other with your fingertips.
The pill didn't exist.
You shouldn't have played those games.
You said to yourself, " I love you.»,
Sometimes even
You were making love.
Today, two salads,
Three tirades
And that's the case.
Uncle Adolf had already shot himself.
His Eva had accompanied him,
Times he would have wanted to flirt:
Who knows if there's no crazy people up there
And my father was going to crash soon
That seed that was going to give him
That moron trying to sing.
He didn't know my cadets were coming.
When you were singing at that time,
Money wasn't the law.
The hit parades did not exist,
At least they weren't weight.
It took you weeks.
And weeks,
Sometimes years.
If you didn't have guts,
Your shop, they,
Could shut up
And Trenet had taken years,
Brassens was starting to pack
And Becaud was shaking his keyboard.
Mr. Brel didn't speak of the madmen yet.
And my father had just arrived
There where remained some humanity,
Where people still knew how to talk
Of the future ... even if they're tired.
And Juliette still had her nose.
Aragon wasn't a twink.
Sartre was already well engaged.
At the Café de Flore, there were already crazy people
And my father had just arrived
There where remained some humanity,
Where people still knew how to talk
Of the future ... even if they're tired.