Mon fils ma bataille [English translation]

It has been long since you've were away now

I listen to you dissemble my life while crying

If I had a morning I would be there, dirtied, judged on a bench

By the shadow of a corpse that I held so often, for a child.

You tell them that my job, its of no use

That we didn't know what will I become in a year

If they knew that for you before of all the singers I was

the greatest

And this was why you wanted a child, becoming the greatest.

The judges and the laws, it scares me

Its my son my battle

Did not wanted to see her go

I will break everything, if you touch

To the fruit of my entrails

Did not wanted to see her go

Of course its her who carried it and after all

Its me who built his life slowly

Everything that could say about me is nothing compared to a smile

that tends to me

The absence has wrongdoings that nothing defends, its my child

The judges and the laws, it scares me

Its my son my battle

Did not wanted to see her go

I will break everything, if you touch

To the fruit of my entrails

Did not wanted to see her go

• Artist:Daniel Balavoine
• Album:Un autre monde (1980)