Текст и перевод песни Davodka - On choisit pas

On choisit pas

On rêve d′avoir c'qu′on a pas eu, on choisit pas ni son père ni sa mère
Sa bannière ni sa terre, ni dans c't'enfer sa galère ni sa merde
Il est clair qu′il s′avère que ton avenir tu choisis pas
Pour toi c'est soit sur un radeau ou sur un yacht que ta vie naviguera
Regarde ce gosse qu′a grandit une cuillère d'argent dans la bouche
Son histoire n′est pas drôle quand tu la prends à sa source
Issu d'une famille riche qui l′fait évoluer par piston
Qui comprend pas qu'sortir l'chéquier a moins d′impact que dire "je t′aime fiston"
Il grandit sans tendresse et gentiment l'encaisse
Leur valeur pour l′argent auront réduit leur sentiment en pièces
Un enfant sur mesure traité comme un p'tit prince
Une soi-disant famille modèle qui regarde crever pendant qu′il y en a qui brasse
Tes avantages XXX des soucis quand tu t'bas plus pour vivre
Aucune raison d′avoir la niaque tu marches car tu t'sens plus d'courir
Il cherche un peu d′amour son père a l′cœur bien dur a disséquer
Tout les dîners d'famille sont des instants bien dur à digérer
Marre de ces longs silences il rêve de fuir de cet enfer au loin
Car dur de prendre son pied lorsque le père la mère en viennent au main
L′dialogue n'a pas marché, le vin l′a ravagé
Ça parle divorce et la ça s'calme parce que ça parle de bien à s′partager
Enfermé dans sa chambre, il est le sujet abordé
En bas sa mère en pleurs une fois de plus ne va jamais l'border
Dans l'noir il se demande si le bonheur lui sera accordé
Car dur d′entendre de la bouche de son père qu′il fallait l'avorter
Des parents trop aveugles ne voyant pas qu′le fric les obsèdent
A quoi bon quitter c'monde si tes proches pleurent pour l′prix des obsèques
L'impression d′être de trop et ce fardeau l'fatigue
Car les regrets s'transforme en larme quand tu t′rabats sur des photos d′famille
- Moi j'ai jamais rien eu dans la vie!
- Ouais ben moi j′ai toujours tout eu et ça m'empêche pas d′être dans la même merde que toi!
A deux arrondissements d'écart il y a ce gosse d′une famille plus modeste
20 m² d'appart, XXX j'crois pas qu′la rue protège
Sa mère vie dans l′angoisse et ferme pas l'œil depuis qu′il vit la nuit
Il est tout c'qui lui reste et le souvenir d′un père qui a pris la fuite
Il sort le soir, se disperse, armé d'son flash, son p′tit pers'
Se balade où le vice traîne, se bagarre et se dit fier
Le sale karma d'la vie l′stress et les cadavres de tise traînent
Il bicrave, prend sa maille, vie sa vie de garde-à-v′ et d'business
Le teint blafard de tristesse, c′est dur de n'pas lâcher d′larmes
Surtout d'sauver les meubles quand les huissiers ont déjà fait l′taf
C'est pas grave y repart dans son business c'est la qu′la bac l′crame
Un sale drame où la daronne resquatte les sorties garde-à-v'
Si loin du paradis, résidant dans un trou d′cafard
Ou y a pas un radis car un plat d'pâtes a presque le gout d′caviar
Regarde ce gosse avec ses potes sur l'goudron qui s′amuse
Pendant qu'en bas d'chez lui débarque un fourgon du SAMU
A force de s′battre pour le bifton, pour sa réput′ et son image de marque
Il laisse le blase de celle qui l'a bercé sur une grosse plaque de marbre
Avant qu′ce gosse comprenne il lui aura coûter d'tout perdre
Et ouais l′argent n'fait pas l′bonheur
Parce que le bonheur n'peut être monter d'toute pièce

We Don't Choose

We dream of having what we never had, we don't choose our father or mother,
Our banner or our land, nor in this hell our struggle or our shit.
It's clear that it turns out that you don't choose your future,
For you it's either on a raft or on a yacht that your life will sail.
Look at that kid who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth,
His story is not funny when you take it to its source.
Coming from a rich family that made him evolve through connections,
Who doesn't understand that taking out the checkbook has less impact than saying "I love you, son".
He grows up without tenderness and gently takes it,
Their value for money will have reduced their feelings to pieces.
A child made to measure, treated like a little prince,
A so-called model family that watches people die while some are making a fortune.
Your advantages XXX worries when you don't work anymore to live,
No reason to have the motivation, you walk because you don't feel like running anymore.
He's looking for a little love, his father has a hard heart to dissect,
All family dinners are hard moments to digest.
Tired of these long silences, he dreams of escaping from this hell far away,
Because it's hard to enjoy yourself when your father and mother come to blows.
Dialogue didn't work, wine ravaged him,
They talk about divorce and then it calms down because they talk about property to share.
Locked in his room, he is the subject discussed,
Downstairs his mother in tears, once again, will never tuck him in.
In the dark he wonders if happiness will be granted to him,
Because it's hard to hear from his father's mouth that he should have been aborted.
Parents too blind, not seeing that money obsesses them,
What's the point of leaving this world if your loved ones cry for the price of the funeral?
The feeling of being too much and this burden tires him,
Because regrets turn into tears when you fall back on family photos.
- I never had anything in life!
- Yeah well, I've always had everything and it doesn't stop me from being in the same shit as you!
Two districts away, there's this kid from a more modest family,
20 m² apartment, XXX I don't think the street protects.
His mother lives in anguish and hasn't closed her eyes since he lives at night,
He's all she has left and the memory of a father who fled.
He goes out at night, scatters, armed with his flashlight, his little pepper spray,
He walks where vice hangs out, gets into fights and feels proud.
The bad karma of life stresses him out and the corpses of booze are lying around,
He deals, takes his money, lives his life as a lookout and businessman.
The pale complexion of sadness, it's hard not to shed tears,
Especially to save the furniture when the bailiffs have already done the job.
It doesn't matter, he goes back to his business, that's where the cops bust him,
A dirty drama where the mother haunts the lookout exits.
So far from paradise, residing in a cockroach hole,
Where there's not a radish because a plate of pasta almost tastes like caviar.
Look at that kid with his friends on the asphalt having fun,
While downstairs from his place arrives an ambulance.
By dint of fighting for the money, for his reputation and his brand image,
He leaves the name of the one who rocked him on a large marble slab.
Before this kid understands, it will have cost him everything to lose,
And yeah, money doesn't buy happiness,
Because happiness can't be built from scratch.