Paroles et traduction Muzion feat. Corneille - Tel Père, Tel Vice

Tel Père, Tel Vice

[J. Kyll]
Une vie naïve de 10 ans
Mère dépressive, un père absent style dictateur au regard tranchant
"Qu'est ce que t'as fils? Dis que ta peur!
Il dicte la peur dans tout le foyer
Et devient d'autant plus bestial, quand vient le temps de payer les bills, le loyer
Voyez, ce n'est pas que le père n'aime pas son fils
Il l'aime beaucoup
Son vice: souvent trop saoul s'en fiche et envoie trop de coups
Tu le mets à l'épreuve, réponse: plein de jurons
Te défonce à coups de ceinturon et te gonfle un diol
Mick Jagger et la mère
Visage maussade teinté de contusions, les yeux remplis de confusions
Fait de son mieux, mais dans son jeu se trahis
Combien de fois a-t-elle brûlé le maïs?
Debout devant le four, regarde sa bague et crie
"Je t'haïs!" en pensant à son union
Quelles conneries! Dès qu'on entend la sonnerie, plus personne ne rit
La mère place le couvert et l'enfant court dans son lit
Couché sous ses draps, il constipe à l'idée que ce con de type
Viendra jouer avec lui, la main dans son slip
[Chorus: Corneille]
After all you've done wrong, you want me to forgive you
You say you love me?
How dare you forget the past
I don't believe you when you say you're sorry
[J. Kyll]
Maintenant 13 ans, souvenirs blessants, la même chienne de vie
Cependant, aujourd'hui l'enfant est conscient de la scène et prie
Le Seigneur de lui laisser le droit de s'en sortir
Imagine le sang sortir de ses veines et se dit: "C'est pas la peine"
Et la haine de lui s'empare et sèche vite ses larmes
Il sert vite son arme: " Mais quand est-ce que ça va finir?" et puis il encaisse
Et grinche la porte, le père rentre soul dans sa chambre
Il fait semblant de dormir, mais le père s'en fout:
"Lèves-toi qu'on joue ensemble!"
Les mains de l'homme courent sur son corps
Il aimerait tant le foutre à terre, le battre, mais son esprit, ses bras sont morts
Le souffle chaud de l'ivrogne jusque dans le cou
Et le père descend la main de l'enfant sur son sexe et l'histoire suit son cours
Le fils se sent sale, pénétré jusqu'au mental
Et quand le rongent les menaces
Il se dit:"C'est trop!" et demande de l'aide à sa mère
Cesse tes mensonges idiot, Tu veux créer le scandale?
Au fond, la mère sait, mais l'ignore
Pour ne pas réveiller le chat qui dort même plus
[Chorus: Corneille]
After all you've done wrong, you want me to forgive you
You say you love me?
How dare you forget the past
I don't believe you when you say you're sorry
[J. Kyll]
Les années passent, le passé se tasse sans cicatrice
Dehors, un homme presse sa blessure sous un temps qui attriste
Un temps pluvieux, la pluie remplace les larmes quand t'en n'as plus vieux
Même vingt ans plus vieux, son père lui dit encore:
"Qu'est-ce qu'il y a fils?" "Rien, tout va bien!"
Le regard stoïque, observe son père sa mère avec sans amertume
Fume tel une Mohican sa cigarette pendant qu'ils allumaient un calumet
Il voulut les frapper puis se dit: "Arrête" geste héroïque
Et le père dit: "Fils, je suis désolé" la tête qui baisse
Salaud, on dit que les paroles s'envolent mais les cris restent
Et aujourd'hui je n'ai même plus de voix, et toi tu crois que tes mon père?
Pour moi t'es rien si je suis quelqu'un, tout ce que t'as fait, je ferai le contraire
Le fils s'en va, la vague à l'âme, pensant à hier
Se blâme, rentre chez lui embrasse sa femme puis entame une prière
Il monte au deuxième border sa fille la regarde, lui dit:"Je t'aime!"
Puis à l'oreille lui chuchote: "Déshabille, enlève ta culotte"
[Chorus: Corneille]
After all you've done wrong, you want me to forgive you
You say you love me?
How dare you forget the past
I don't believe you when you say you're sorry

Like Father, Like Vice

[J. Kyll]
A naive 10-year-old life
A depressed mother, an absent father, a dictator with a sharp look
"What's wrong, son? Tell me what you're afraid of!"
He dictates fear throughout the home
And becomes all the more bestial, when it comes time to pay the bills, the rent
See, it's not that the father doesn't love his son
He loves him a lot
His vice: often too drunk, he leaves and throws too many punches
You put him to the test, the answer: full of swear words
He beats you with his belt and gives you a black eye
Mick Jagger and the mother
A sullen face tinged with bruises, eyes filled with confusion
She does her best, but betrays herself in her game
How many times has she burned the corn?
Standing in front of the oven, she looks at her ring and screams
"I hate you!" thinking of her union
What bullshit! As soon as the doorbell rings, no one laughs anymore
The mother sets the table and the child runs to his bed
Lying under his sheets, he is constipated at the thought that this asshole
Will come to play with him, his hand in his underpants
[Chorus: Corneille]
After all you've done wrong, you want me to forgive you
You say you love me?
How dare you forget the past
I don't believe you when you say you're sorry
[J. Kyll]
Now 13 years old, hurtful memories, the same shitty life
However, today the child is aware of the scene and prays
The Lord to let him get out of it
Imagine the blood coming out of his veins and says to himself: "It's not worth it"
And hatred for him seizes him and quickly dries his tears
He quickly grabs his weapon: "But when will it end?" and then he takes it
And the door creaks, the father comes home drunk to his room
He pretends to be asleep, but the father doesn't care:
"Get up, let's play together!"
The man's hands run over his body
He would so much like to knock him to the ground, to beat him, but his mind, his arms are dead
The drunkard's hot breath down his neck
And the father lowers the child's hand to his sex and the story takes its course
The son feels dirty, penetrated to the core
And when threats gnaw at him
He says to himself: "This is too much!" and asks his mother for help
Stop your lies, idiot, you want to create a scandal?
Deep down, the mother knows, but ignores it
So as not to wake up the cat who doesn't even sleep anymore
[Chorus: Corneille]
After all you've done wrong, you want me to forgive you
You say you love me?
How dare you forget the past
I don't believe you when you say you're sorry
[J. Kyll]
Years go by, the past piles up without a scar
Outside, a man presses his wound in a sad weather
Rainy weather, the rain replaces tears when you're old
Even twenty years older, his father still says to him:
"What's wrong, son?" "Nothing, everything is fine!"
The stoic gaze, observes his father, his mother with without bitterness
Smokes his cigarette like a Mohican while they lit a peace pipe
He wanted to hit them then said to himself: "Stop it" heroic gesture
And the father said: "Son, I'm sorry" his head down
You bastard, they say that words fly away but the screams remain
And today I don't even have a voice, and you think you're my father?
To me you're nothing, if I'm someone, everything you've done, I'll do the opposite
The son leaves, feeling down, thinking about yesterday
Blames himself, goes home, kisses his wife, then starts a prayer
He goes up to the second floor to border his daughter, looks at her, says to her: "I love you!"
Then whispers in her ear: "Undress, take off your panties"
[Chorus: Corneille]
After all you've done wrong, you want me to forgive you
You say you love me?
How dare you forget the past
I don't believe you when you say you're sorry