Le droit des pères [English translation]

To hell with my pride, on my knees I’m coming to beg

I’d just like justice to be a bit more just this time

To hell with my pride, on my knees I’m coming to beg

Because justice was in short supply once again

It’s a tragedy, another step backwards

Their murderous biased justice has stuck its big arse on fathers’ rights

It’s a tragedy, another course in reverse

Justice has stuck its big arse on fathers’ rights

If I’m writing to you now, my child, from my night

It’s so that you know that I’ve lost everything

Like a dog I fought for my right to love you

As a dad can love

They left me roaming in my anger without you

They’ve trampled fathers’ rights once again

They’ve chucked us aside, you and I like two floorcloths

And bollocks to fathers’ rights

If I’m writing to you now, it’s because you must know that they’ve left me nothing

But the right to howl your name in the wind

I’ve lost the most important of my battles

To see you growing up everyday my child

We are thousands of fathers with our noses in the dust

Thousands that they’ve chucked in this dungeon, this rat trap, this misery

Thousands weeping ‘Your Honour take off your blinkers’

Thousands begging for our fathers’ rights

I’m leaving under darkness, no, I won’t let go of you

No, I watch over for you from afar as that’s my only right

I’ll always have a hand on my heart and the other on your shoulder

I’ll come and sniff you out from far away, at your school exit

My love they won’t snatch them from me, neither them nor your poor mother

My father’s eyes

My love know that my hands will be shredded on the impassible barbed wire

Of a cash machine that they call justice

The oldest of the whores, I piss in its arse-crack 1

I have this murderous yearning deep in my anger

I won’t place bombs, no, that disgusts me

There’s nothing lower than them you know, those bombs that tear off arms and legs

They’ll never catch the heart of the heartless

You know, those who offer us the crumbs of a few days together each month

I have this murderous yearning deep in my prayer

They’ve stolen from me, my father’s rights, my father’s rights

1. https://fr.wiktionary.org/wiki/pisser_%C3%A0_la_raie

• Artist:Cali
• Album:L'espoir