Serge Lama — Tel Père, Tel Fils song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tel Père, Tel Fils" by Serge Lama.
Lyrics
Il scrute, il observe, il détaille,
Il emmagasine, il se tait,
Il cherche chez l’autre la faille
Et la cible où ficher son trait.
Il observe, il détaille, il scrute,
Il fouille l’autre au plus profond,
Jusqu'à l’endroit où son oeil bute
Et où s'éteignent les violons.
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble
Comme deux gouttes de soleil,
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble,
Je le contemple, il me surveille,
Tel père, tel fils, on est pareils.
Il détaille, il scrute, il observe,
Il affûte son oeil qui luit
Jusqu'à ce que l’autre s'énerve
Et se révèle malgré lui.
Il fouille, il observe, il détaille,
Il dissèque d’un oeil glouton,
Effilochant maille après maille
La laine à même le mouton.
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble
Comme deux gouttes d’eau du ciel,
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble,
Un peu de poivre dans du miel,
Tel père, tel fils pour l’essentiel.
Il observe, il détaille, il fouille
Et se désespère en trouvant
Chez l’autre cette même trouille
Et ce même rêve mouvant.
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble
Comme deux gouttes d’au-delà,
Le pire et le meilleur de moi,
Tel père, tel fils, enfin, je crois.
Lyrics translation
He looks, he observes, He details,
He stores, he keeps quiet,
He is looking for the fault in the other
And the target where to put his stroke.
He observes, He details, he scrutinizes,
He digs the other deeper,
To the place where his eye falls
And where the violins go out.
It seems to me that he looks like me
Like two drops of sunshine,
It seems to me that he looks like me,
I watch him, he watches me,
Like Father, Like Son, we're the same.
He details, he examines, he observes,
He sharpens his shining eye
Until the other gets angry
And reveals itself in spite of him.
He searches, he observes, He details,
He dissects with a gluttonous eye,
Fraying mesh after mesh
Wool to the sheep.
It seems to me that he looks like me
Like two drops of water from the sky,
It seems to me that he looks like me,
A little pepper in honey,
Like Father, Like Son for the most part.
He observes, He details, he digs
And despair in finding
In the other this same fear
And that same moving dream.
It seems to me that he looks like me
Like two drops from beyond,
The worst and the best of me,
Like Father, Like Son, I guess.