Текст и перевод песни Vincent Vallieres - Tom

Tom

Tom vit a temps partiel entre ses trois jobs.
Ses temps libres, ye passe sur un buzz...
Prend son pied avec son ex qui vit a cote d′un duplex.
C'est pas parfait mais c′est moins frette qu'une branlette sur l'Internet.

Tom s′est fait chum avec le poil qui vit en bas.
Le soir souvent, il se retrouve la a jammer du metallica
D′la piece tout en boucane, emane Enter Sandman.
Et dans le bruit immense, Tom oublie tout et entre en transe.

Et en attendant, Tom attend rien.
Flane et tripe jusqu'au matin.
Une guit, un fuzz, un bat, un buzz.
On manque de rien icite, on est bin.

Tom tente le diable depuis tant d′annee
Oui il le tire meme par la queue le premier du mois arrive.
Dans son pays supposement libre et egal,
Tom est pas dupe des beaux projets qui se votent au congres liberal.

Cante sur sa paillasse, l'ami Tom revasse...
Avoir un band heavy qui marche comme Slayer, Maiden ou Anthrax.
Et tom se taperait des petasses tout en se maganant la face.
De ses visions un peu bancales, Tom tire un sommeil hibernal.

Et en attendant, Tom attend rien.
Flane et tripe jusqu′au matin.
Une guit, un fuzz, un bat, un buzz.
On manque de rien icite, on est bin.

Tom vit a temps partiel entre ses trois jobs.
Dans la musique pesante,
C'est la que Tom deroge et fete encore la paix avec entrain.
C′est son remede contre la betise humaine grosse comme une americaine.

Et en attendant, Tom attend rien.
Flane et tripe jusqu'au matin.
Une guit, un fuzz, un bat, un buzz.
On manque de rien icite, on est bin.

Tom

Tom juggles three jobs to make a living.
His spare time is spent buzzing...
He's having a ball with his ex, who lives next door to a duplex.
It's not perfect, but it's a lot less chilly than jerking off on the Internet.

Tom has become buddies with the hairy guy who lives downstairs.
They often get together in the evenings to jam to Metallica.
Through the smoke-filled room, Enter Sandman blasts.
And in the deafening noise, Tom forgets everything and goes into a trance.

And in the meantime, Tom expects nothing.
He wanders and trips until morning.
A guitar, a fuzz, a drum, a buzz.
We don't lack anything here, we're fine.

For years, Tom has been tempting the devil.
Yes, he even grabs him by the tail the first of the month.
In his supposedly free and equal country,
Tom isn't fooled by the beautiful projects voted on by the liberal congress.

Singing on his mattress, my friend Tom daydreams...
Of having a heavy band that rocks like Slayer, Maiden, or Anthrax.
And Tom would bang chicks while banging his head.
From his slightly wacky visions, Tom takes a hibernating slumber.

And in the meantime, Tom expects nothing.
He wanders and trips until morning.
A guitar, a fuzz, a drum, a buzz.
We don't lack anything here, we're fine.

Tom juggles three jobs to make a living.
In loud music,
That's where Tom breaks free and still celebrates peace with passion.
It's his cure for human stupidity that's as big as an American.

And in the meantime, Tom expects nothing.
He wanders and trips until morning.
A guitar, a fuzz, a drum, a buzz.
We don't lack anything here, we're fine.