Qui a le droit - Patrick Bruel
"Te pose pas trop de question,
Tu sais petit c'est la vie qui t'repond,
A quoi ca sert de vouloir tout savoir?
Regarde en l'air et vois ce que tu peux voir"
On m'avait dit:
"Faut ecouter son pere"
Le mien a rien dit quand il s'est fait la paire
Maman m'a dit: "t'es trop ptit pour comprendre"
Et j'ai grandi avec une place � prendre
Qui a le droit
Qui a le droit
Qui a le droit de faire ca
A un enfant qui croit vraiment
C'que dise les grands
On passe sa vie � dire merci
Merci � qui? � quoi?
A faire la pluie et le beau temps
Pour des enfants � qui l'on ment
On m'avait dit:
"les hommes sont tous pareils
Y'a plusieurs dieu mais y'a qu'un seul soleil"
Oui mais le soleil il brille ou bien il brule
Tu meurs de soif ou bien tu bois des bulles
A toi aussi j'suis sur qu'on t'en a dit
De belles histoires et pas que des conneries
Alors maintenant on se retrouve sur la route
Avec nos peurs nos angoisses et nos doutes
Qui a le droit
Qui a le droit
Qui a le droit d'faire ca
A des enfants qui croient vraiment ce que disent les grands
On passe sa vie a dire merci
Merci � qui? � quoi?
A faire la pluie et le beau temps
Pour des enfants � qui l'on ment
Who has the right?
I had been told : Don't ask yourself too many questions
You know, young boy, life will answer you
What's the use of wanting to know everything ?
Look up and see what you can see
I had been told : Fathers are to be listened to
Mine said nothing when he left us
Mum told me : You're too young to understand
And I grew up with a place to take
Who has the right, who has the right ?
Who has the right to do that ?
To a child who really believes
What grown-ups tell him
You spend your life saying 'thank you'
Thanking who, and what ?
Deciding on the weather
For children you lie to
I was told : Men are all the same
There are several gods but just one sun
Yes but the sun shines or burns
You die of thirst or you drink bubbles
For you as well, you have been told
Of fantasy stories and tall tales
So we're on the road now
With our fears, our anguish and our doubts
i really like the song above. the lyrics are quite meaningful but once translated, they become crap.some say that drinking keeps you warm; not only does it keep me warm, it keeps me happy all nite long and i forget whatever gloom there was during the week. fantastic. a quintessential solution for low spirits. looks like ive found a solution to boredom during weekends. with beaujolais wine, hougaarden beer, 1664 and drafts, and hopefully more frequent gatherings with the others, my deprivation of gd fun during the week gets an outlet. and i must resolve not to let all the surrounding situations get to me. hard as it may be, it wld be a pity if all the verve dies out just because things dun get moving the way i want them to. im gonna sublimate whatever despondency i have into a positive attitude, its not gonna be easy, but i guess i have to do it..
some of the better times i have had..
red and high with drinking buddies
one of the few dinners that we had
and another
snowing again
the morning after it snowed
my 'favourite' italian chef deciding to play with snow. watch it! your pasta's getting burnt!
a new week ahead. 3 weeks more of sch. 5 weeks to second semester. 6 more months to spore!