Tête saoule [English translation]

Drunk head

Under the thatched roof

Drunk from too little work

And the world collapsing all around

The way of life derailing

Baby curled up on the shoulders

And the others in a mess all around

Drunk head

And the scrap metal roof

Just four chickens as cattle

Beers rolling underfoot

The telly blaring in the corner

Where the pretty lady wraps herself

In her pretty pullover

Depending on whether you’re born in the mud

Or on the right side of the tracks

Tomorrow can be warm and cool

Or otherwise a nightmare

Drunk head

Under the thatched roof

Sick of seeing all the brats blubbering

And everyone around living the good life

Fortunes sheltered by strong walls

That one moves away at the slightest swell

With a little flick of the fan

Drunk head

Under the scrap metal roof

Drunk from too little work

Starts to weave his balaclava

Start to talk of battle

Training to target the light bulbs

That sit in state above the gateways

Depending on whether you’re born in the mud

Or on the right side of the tracks

Tomorrow can be warm and cool

Or otherwise a nightmare

Under the sheet metal, under branches

Half the world makes do

Under the roofs that the rain pierces

And that’s the law of business

Under metals sheets, under branches

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Les beaux dégâts