Текст и перевод песни Claude Dubois - Comme un million de gens

Comme un million de gens

Il est né un jour de printemps
Il était le septième enfant
D'une famille d'ouvriers
N'ayant pas peur de travailler
Comme un million de gens,
Ils ont grandi dans un quartier
Où il fallait, pour subsister,
Serrer les dents et les poings fermés
Autour de lui, y avait plus petit et plus grand
Des hommes semblables en dedans
En mangeant un morceau de pain,
Il avait vu que le voisin
Avait quelque chose sur le sien
Qu'il aurait bien aimé goûter
Comme un million de gens,
Il a cessé d'étudier,
Car il fallait, pour mieux manger,
Serrer les dents et travailler
Autour de lui, y avait plus petit et plus grand
Des hommes semblables en dedans
Puis un jour, il a rencontré
Une femme qu'il a mariée
Sans pour cela se demander
Si, du moins, il pouvait l'aimer
Comme un million de gens,
Ils ont vieilli dans leur quartier
Et leurs enfants, pour subsister,
Serrent les dents, les poings fermés
Mais autour d'eux, y aura plus petit et plus grand
Des hommes semblables en dedans
Comme un million de gens
Qui pourraient se rassembler
Pour être beaucoup moins exploités
Et beaucoup plus communiquer,
Se distinguer,
Se raisonner,
S'émanciper,
Se libérer,
S'administrer,
Se décaver,
S'équilibrer,
S'évaporer,
S'évoluer,
Se posséder
Mais autour d'eux, y avait plus petit et plus grand
Des hommes semblables en dedans

Like a Million People

He was born one spring day
He was the seventh child
Of a working class family
Who weren't afraid of work
Like a million people,
They grew up in a neighborhood
Where you had to, to survive,
Grit your teeth and clench your fists
Around him, there were smaller and larger
Men who were the same inside
While eating a piece of bread,
He had seen that the neighbor
Had something on his
That he would have liked to taste
Like a million people,
He stopped studying,
Because he had to, to eat better,
Grit his teeth and work
Around him, there were smaller and larger
Men who were the same inside
Then one day, he met
A woman he married
Without even wondering
If he could at least love her
Like a million people,
They grew old in their neighborhood
And their children, to survive,
Grit their teeth, their fists clenched
But around them, there will be smaller and larger
Men who are the same inside
Like a million people
Who could come together
To be much less exploited
And communicate much more,
Distinguish themselves,
Reason with each other,
Emancipate themselves,
Free themselves,
Administer themselves,
Unleash themselves,
Balance themselves,
Vaporize themselves,
Evolve themselves,
Own themselves
But around them, there were smaller and larger
Men who are the same inside