Le chemin de papa [English translation]

He was a bit of a poet and a bit of a crook,

he had never known neither homeland nor ancestors,

he went everywhere or traveled to the edges of the world.

Yet, inside his trailer, there had been ten kids of us,

and the night when there was a campfire,

we dreamt of a white house while singing...

"It's long, it's far the road [you chose], daddy.

It's certainly exhausting for us to go wherever you go.

It's long, it's far the road [you chose], daddy.

You should rest at this corner."

But ! He wouldn't listen to us and, during the morning,

the family once again followed its long course trip

with the time pressing our mother to wash her shirt

and here we were departing again for a brand new promise.

And the night when there was a campfire,

we dreamt of a white house while singing...

"It's long, it's far the road [you chose], daddy.

It's certainly exhausting for us to go wherever you go.

It's long, it's far the road [you chose], daddy.

You should rest at this corner."

It's the same thing as if we were shocked throughout the seasons,

it's the same thing as if we looked to the horizon and beyond

without even looking at what our father was spreading

at the four corners of the world like blue grains.

And somewhere at the peak of the universe,

still lies the my father's old trailer.

"It's long, it's far the road [you chose], daddy.

It's certainly exhausting for us to go wherever you go.

It's long, it's far the road [you chose], daddy.

You should rest at this corner."

• Artist:Joe Dassin