Paroles et traduction Pierre Bachelet - Destinée

Destinée

L'a pris sa vie que ses parents lui ont donnée
Appris le cri parc'que la vie c'est compliquée
Eté trahi parc'qu'à l'école c'est obligé
Appris la vie parc'que c'était'sa destinée
L'a pris la vie parc'qu'il n'était pas le plus fort
Appris le cri parc'que les faibles ont toujours tort
Eté trahi parc'qu'on dit le silence est d'or
Appris la vie mais en le payant le prix fort
L'a pris des coups que ses parents lui ont donnés
Tendu la joue parc'que la vie c'est compliqué
Rien dit du tout parc'qu'à l'école c'est obligé
Toujours debout parc'que c'était'sa destinée
L'a pris des coups parc'qu'il n'était pas le plus fort
Tendu la joue parc'que les faibles ont toujours tort
Rien dit du tout parc'qu'on dit le silence est d'or
Toujours debout mais en le payant le prix fort
L'a pris l'avis de ceux qui savent conseiller
L'a pris l'outil parc'qu'il faut apprendre un métier
Eu des soucis parc'qu'il faut payer son loyer
Mais pas soumis parc'que c'était'sa destinée
L'a pris l'avis parc'que le choix n'est pas bien grand
L'a pris l'outil parc'qu'on n'vit pas de l'air du temps
Eu des soucis parc'qu'il faut avoir des enfants
Mais pas soumis parc'que personne n'est géant
Petit Boulot de ceux qui savent conseiller
Des haricots parc'qu'il faut avoir un métier
Marié trop tôt parc'qu'il faut payer son loyer
Sans courber l'dos parc'que c'était'sa destinée
Petit Boulot parc'que le choix n'est pas bien grand
Des haricots parc'qu'on n'vit pas de l'air du temps
Marié trop tôt parc'qu'il faut avoir des enfants
Sans courber l'dos parc'que personne n'est géant
L'a fait'sa vie comme d'autres ont peur de se noyer
L'a réussie, ses deux enfants sont bacheliers
Pris le fusil pour faire la guerre en appelé
Rev'nu blessé parc'que c'était'sa destinée
Riant de tout comm' si c'était la solution
Revenu fou comme les trois roses à son balcon
Pris le fusil au beau milieu de son salon
Il est parti avant de finir son sillon
Parti debout comm' pour un' guerre en appelé
Tendu la joue que ses parents lui ont donnée
Pris le fusil de ceux qui savent se noyer
Il a tiré parc'que c'était'sa destinée
Devenu fou au beau milieu de son salon
Parti debout comm' si c'était la solution
Pris le fusil, ses deux enfants sont bacheliers
Repris sa vie parc'que c'était'sa destinée.

Destiny

She took her life, the one her parents gave
Learned to cry, because life is complicated
Felt betrayed, because at school it's inevitable
Learned life, because it was her destiny
She took life's blows, not being the strongest
Learned to cry, because the weak are always wrong
Felt betrayed, because they say silence is golden
Learned life, but at a heavy price
She took the hits her parents gave
Turned the other cheek, because life is complicated
Said nothing at all, because at school it's mandatory
Always standing, because it was her destiny
She took the hits, not being the strongest
Turned the other cheek, because the weak are always wrong
Said nothing at all, because they say silence is golden
Always standing, but at a heavy price
She took the advice of those who know how to guide
She took the tools, because you have to learn a trade
Had worries, because you have to pay your rent
But not submissive, because it was her destiny
She took the advice, because the choice isn't vast
She took the tools, because you can't live on air
Had worries, because you have to have children
But not submissive, because no one is a giant
Small job, from those who know how to guide
Beans on the plate, because you have to have a trade
Married too soon, because you have to pay your rent
Without bending her back, because it was her destiny
Small job, because the choice isn't vast
Beans on the plate, because you can't live on air
Married too soon, because you have to have children
Without bending her back, because no one is a giant
She lived her life, like others fear drowning
She succeeded, her two children are graduates
Took the rifle to fight the war as a draftee
Returned wounded, because it was her destiny
Laughing at everything, as if it were the solution
Returned mad, like the three roses on her balcony
Took the rifle in the middle of her living room
She left before finishing her furrow
Left standing, like for a war as a draftee
Turned the cheek that her parents gave her
Took the rifle of those who know how to drown
She fired, because it was her destiny
Gone mad in the middle of her living room
Left standing, as if it were the solution
Took the rifle, her two children are graduates
Took back her life, because it was her destiny