Les mensonges d'un père à son fils [English translation]

The time, little Simon,

When you grew up to my waist

Seems like yesterday to me,

But now that you have reached my heart

The fight begins for you.

Today, little Simon,

The time for me to teach you something

Seems to have come,

So pour me another drink

And let me tell you about life.

You will see

That the friends do not die,

That the children do not leave home,

That the women do not abandon you.

You will see

That the Earth is full of joy,

That Marlbrook isn't going to war anymore

As the last one is over,

You will see.

And then, little Simon,

None of us grows old,

We will still be around, and do not believe

That this one day we will depart

For somewhere else.

It is everyday in life

That one finds love,

And nothing is gone and nothing is destroyed.

Pour me some more liquor,

Just a little more, that's it, thanks.

You will see

That the friends do not die,

That the children do not leave home,

That the women do not abandon you.

You will see

That the Earth is full of joy,

That Marlbrook isn't going to war anymore

As the last one is over,

You will see.

One sees the unfaithful wives

Only in watercolor paintings,

Where they abuse you from under their parasols.

In real life, they are all different

And they love us, they love us.

And the man, little Simon,

Is never like a ship

That is deserted when a disaster hits

And everyone flees,

Women and children first.

You will see

That the households do not perish,

That the mind always stays strong,

That the spirit does not leave you.

You will see,

You will go in flourish

By the ways of freedom,

And you will live, you will see

The way I do.

The time, little Simon,

When you grew up to my waist

Seems like yesterday to me,

But now that you have reached my heart

The fight begins for you.

And so, my little boy,

As I loved you, as you loved me,

Remember that your father

Had always hated lying.

• Artist:Serge Reggiani
• Album:Le vieux couple