PAS D’ENFANT
Tu as roulé ta bosse
La guitare à la main
Un camion pour carrosse
Rempli de magiciens
Tu disais que les gosses
Ce serait pour demain
Un appétit féroce
Galvanisait ta quête
D’amitiés et de fêtes
D’idéaux, de refrains
Ta famille, Carabosse
Elle est celle des copains

Un jour tu as eu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu’il était sage
De prendre le large

Tu as posé ton cœur
Là où l’amour vibrait
Et noyé de tes pleurs
Celui qui s’en allait
Qu’importe les malheurs
Et vive la liberté
Il t’a fallu encore
Affronter des procès
Quand trahie par ton corps
Ou un jeteur de sorts
Tu larguais sans regrets
La vie qui s’annonçait

Un jour tu as vu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu’il était sage
De prendre le large

Et t’as eu 40 ans
Et t’as eu encore plus
On t’a dit c’est maintenant
Après tu pourras plus
Tant de sollicitude
Tu n’en demandais pas tant
Tu as montré les dents
Et repris ton histoire
Restée sourde aux bobards
Des vendeurs de moutards
Et tu danses toute la nuit
Au son des guitares

Un jour tu as vu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu’il était sage
De prendre le large
Un jour tu as vu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Un jour tu as su qu’il était sage
De prendre le large
Et de faire sans
Pas d’enfant

NO CHILD
You travelled around
Guitar in hand
A van was your castle
Filled with magicians
You said children were for another day
A ferocious lust
Drove your quest
For friendships and parties
For dreams, for songs
Your family, Crone,
Is the one made of friends

One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam

You set down your heart
Where love vibrated
And drowned with tears
The one who was leaving
Whatever the woes
And long live freedom

You still had
To face trials
When betrayed by your body
Or by witchcraft
You dumped the coming life
With no regrets

One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam

Then you turned 40
And even older
You were told now is the time
Later you won’t be able to anymore
So much advice that
You did not ask for
You bared your teeth
And went on with your life
Deaf to the fairy tales
Told by the breeders
Instead you dance all night long
To the sound of guitars

One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam
One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam
And to do without
No child