Paroles et traduction Lynda Lemay - Ca M'fout La Frousse

Ca M'fout La Frousse

Lynda Lemay
Ça m'fout la frousse

2006 "Ma Signature"

On saura tout bientôt
De l'avenirs des âmes qui prendront corps
On saura tout des peaux de la moindre membrane, du moindre pore
On pourra tout prévenir, on pourra tout guérir avant la plaie
Mais si notre avenir à force de s'polir se sur-peuplait.
On aurait plus en bref qu'un monde sans relief a l'horizon
Un océan sans vague, une foret qu'on élague troncs par troncs
On naîtrait tous enfin maître de nos destins aseptisé.
On naîtrait tous pur sang droit des tibias au dent, bien programmé
Prive de tout hasard de tout mauvais départ en début d' course
On va bien entendu
Par s' marcher dessus
ça m' fou la frousse
A part les poupons bleus pauvre ombilicaux
Nés corde au cou
Héritier de la mal chance alors que la déficience grimpe en tabou
Sorti de mère coupable de n'être pas capable de perfection
Alors qu'il serait normal que tout le monde soit égal a la maison
A part quelques victimes
De quelques rares crimes ou accidents
On défilerait ses heures où s'éteignait les coeurs du bon vieux temps
Quand on laissait les vieilles accéder au sommeil en priant dieu
Quand on laissait les pieux s'en aller silencieux vers leur soleil
On serait tous solide construit comme des bolides moteurs intactes
Une clé dans l' contact
Et confiné au neutre .
Et au klaxon
Car sans compétition
On vivrait dans l' bouchon
Plaque contre plaque
Coincé dans une émeute
Faute de lever les feutres en fin de mission
Privé de tout hasard
De tout mauvais départ
En début d' course
On va bien entendu
Finir par s' marcher d'sus
ça m' fou la frousse
Mais si j' venais d'apprendre que l'enfant en commande dans l'entrepôt
Que le p'tit corps qui entre l'entre chair de mon ventre a mon défaut
Que le sang de mon sang manque de globule blanc comme sa maman
Ne tricherais je pas un peu pour qu'il n'ait que mes yeux pas mes tourments
Si on poussait le dard
De l'amniocentèse
Jusqu'a outrance
Me prédisant obèse
Le fruit de mon espoir
Dès son enfance
Si on m' disait possible
De lui forger le gène
De la minceur
Ne serais je pas sensible
Au retrait d 'ses problèmes
De corps et d' coeur
Si j' me met dans la peau de ses parents déçus d'enfant voué
A retourner la haut
Avant d'avoir perdu
Leur dent d' bébé
Ne ferais je pas au médecin tout ce que j'ai d' pied
Et d'main pour un miracle
Sacrifierai-je mon fils pour que le monde en bout d' piste évite l'embâcle
Est ce que l'évolution fera plus de mal que d' bon en tuant les ailes de ceux qui s'envoleraient dans un mystère parfait et naturel
Si les dieux d' la recherche contrôlent un jour les crèches
Mieux qu' l'éternel
Même si l'idée est douce
Même si l'idée est belle
ça m' fou la frousse

It Scares Me

Lynda Lemay
It Scares Me

2006 "My Signature"

We will soon know everything
About the future of souls that will take on bodies
We will know everything about the skin, every membrane, every pore
We will be able to prevent everything, we will be able to cure everything before the wound
But what if our future, by becoming too polished, becomes overpopulated.
We would have, in short, nothing more than a world without relief on the horizon
An ocean without waves, a forest that we prune trunk by trunk
We would all be born, finally, masters of our sanitized destinies.
We would all be born purebred, straight from the tibias to the teeth, well-programmed
Deprived of all chance, of all bad starts at the beginning of the race
We're going, of course
By stepping on each otherIt scares meExcept for the blue babies, poor umbilical cordsBorn with a rope around their necksHeirs of bad luck while deficiency becomes tabooBorn of mothers guilty of not being capable of perfectionWhile it would be normal for everyone to be equal at homeExcept for a few victimsOf a few rare crimes or accidentsWe would spend our hours where the hearts of the good old days were extinguishedWhen we let the old women fall asleep praying to GodWhen we let the pious go silently towards their sunWe would all be solid, built like racing cars with intact enginesA key in the ignitionAnd confined to neutral.And to the hornBecause without competitionWe would live in traffic jamsPlate against plateStuck in a riotFor lack of raising the hats at the end of the missionDeprived of all chanceOf all bad startsAt the beginning of the raceWe're going, of courseEnd up stepping on each otherIt scares meBut if I had just learned that the child on order in the warehouseThat the little body that enters the flesh of my womb has my defectThat the blood of my blood lacks white blood cells like its motherWouldn't I cheat a little so that he only has my eyes, not my tormentsIf we pushed the needleOf amniocentesisTo the extremePredicting me to be obeseThe fruit of my hopeFrom his childhoodIf I was told it was possibleTo forge the gene for himOf thinnessWouldn't I be sensitiveTo the removal of his problemsOf body and heartIf I put myself in the shoes of those parents disappointed with a child doomedTo go back up thereBefore having lostTheir baby teethWouldn't I do everything I can for the doctorAnd hand for a miracleWould I sacrifice my son so that the world at the end of the road avoids the messWill evolution do more harm than good by killing the wings of those who would fly away in a perfect and natural mysteryIf the gods of research one day control the nurseriesBetter than the eternalEven if the idea is sweetEven if the idea is beautifulIt scares me
It scares me
Except for the blue babies, poor umbilical cords
Born with a rope around their necks
Heirs of bad luck while deficiency becomes taboo
Born of mothers guilty of not being capable of perfection
While it would be normal for everyone to be equal at home
Except for a few victims
Of a few rare crimes or accidents
We would spend our hours where the hearts of the good old days were extinguished
When we let the old women fall asleep praying to God
When we let the pious go silently towards their sun
We would all be solid, built like racing cars with intact engines
A key in the ignition
And confined to neutral.
And to the horn
Because without competition
We would live in traffic jams
Plate against plate
Stuck in a riot
For lack of raising the hats at the end of the mission
Deprived of all chance
Of all bad starts
At the beginning of the race
We're going, of course
End up stepping on each otherIt scares meBut if I had just learned that the child on order in the warehouseThat the little body that enters the flesh of my womb has my defectThat the blood of my blood lacks white blood cells like its motherWouldn't I cheat a little so that he only has my eyes, not my tormentsIf we pushed the needleOf amniocentesisTo the extremePredicting me to be obeseThe fruit of my hopeFrom his childhoodIf I was told it was possibleTo forge the gene for himOf thinnessWouldn't I be sensitiveTo the removal of his problemsOf body and heartIf I put myself in the shoes of those parents disappointed with a child doomedTo go back up thereBefore having lostTheir baby teethWouldn't I do everything I can for the doctorAnd hand for a miracleWould I sacrifice my son so that the world at the end of the road avoids the messWill evolution do more harm than good by killing the wings of those who would fly away in a perfect and natural mysteryIf the gods of research one day control the nurseriesBetter than the eternalEven if the idea is sweetEven if the idea is beautifulIt scares me
It scares me
But if I had just learned that the child on order in the warehouse
That the little body that enters the flesh of my womb has my defect
That the blood of my blood lacks white blood cells like its mother
Wouldn't I cheat a little so that he only has my eyes, not my torments
If we pushed the needle
Of amniocentesis
To the extreme
Predicting me to be obese
The fruit of my hope
From his childhood
If I was told it was possible
To forge the gene for him
Of thinness
Wouldn't I be sensitive
To the removal of his problems
Of body and heart
If I put myself in the shoes of those parents disappointed with a child doomed
To go back up there
Before having lost
Their baby teeth
Wouldn't I do everything I can for the doctor
And hand for a miracle
Would I sacrifice my son so that the world at the end of the road avoids the mess
Will evolution do more harm than good by killing the wings of those who would fly away in a perfect and natural mystery
If the gods of research one day control the nurseries
Better than the eternal
Even if the idea is sweet
Even if the idea is beautiful
It scares me