Il testo della Quand ton père t'engueule (traduction)

When you're dad bawls you

For good or bad reasons my father often yelled at me
But when he says nothing, that means he is really disappointed
I'd rather when he screams, the worst is the silence
All that he yells will not be as violent as everything he thinks
When you're little you think this kind of thing will stop
But your father will shout at you in his entire life, you're still 10 years old in his mind

Trick question, basically i hold your liquor but (oh yes), "it's the
Piémontaise" (thuna salad)
Now he asks why i'm not normal
Says i studied
I'm not expected to the down social ladder
What i did bad?
Did he educated me well?
It's the fault of my shady friends
Like when they initiated me to smoke
All what i can think is...

That i have stomach.... (ache)

"*his dad yells after cars/traffic*"
Why people are more angry inside of cars?

When they feel safe, it shows their true nature

"you see what you made me to do"
That's it, it's my fault if things go wrong
I wanted to do things like him, drink a little cup after work
Or some during (the work), as in the old days
I work better with some grams (of alcohol) in the blood
I could tell him i get better at pretending
I could tell him it's easier to accept things
Anyway

All what i will say will be held against me
I just have to shut up and look like guilty until we meet again
Looks like this is the first time he realizes that i drink
Does he really care about me, or is he just ashamed of me?
Maybe just a mix of both
a bit like my mixed booze that makes him yell "why ?!"
he tells me that i don't realize the chance to have as much chance
I don't want to make a joke. not sure it will relax the atmosphere

His plan was created since the childhood
He just forgot to ask me what i think
But it's true i said nothing in fact
My father yells at me or not i haven't really talked back
"you know how we call people who spend time to drink to and hang out?"
Ok. i know what we want to say but don't go too fast
I'm ok to go into his game but there is some limits
He wants to dramatize but it is a small fried

Oh putain this one i feel obligated to make it "des inuits?"
"homeless, aurélien, hobo, tramp"
When your dad bawls you it's all your life that is called into question
You can got your g.c.s.e., your a-level with honors
Your license, a world cup, a nobel price, it will change nothing
You will still have the potential to be a good for nothing

You're the person responsible of all the misfortunes of the earth
Of the war, the rain, the no libido of your mother
He tells me that at his time i would have know the "true life"
The one in which you start to work around 9 and a half year

In which your parents bring you any woman at the town hall
Basically he tells me that he grew in little house on the prairie
We don't speak the same language, dialogue of the deaf

We can never be agree
Even if fundamentally, i don't think we are fed up
It will be forget quickly
At least until the next time that my dad give me a roasting