Destinée - Pierre Bachelet

L’a pris sa vie que ses parents lui ont donnée

Appris le cri parc’que la vie c’est compliquée

Eté trahi parc’qu'à l'école c’est obligé

Appris la vie parc’que c'était sa destinée

L’a pris la vie parc’qu’il n'était pas le plus fort

Appris le cri parc’que les faibles ont toujours tort

Eté trahi parc’qu’on dit le silence est d’or

Appris la vie mais en le payant le prix fort

L’a pris des coups que ses parents lui ont donnés

Tendu la joue parc’que la vie c’est compliqué

Rien dit du tout parc’qu'à l'école c’est obligé

Toujours debout parc’que c'était sa destinée

L’a pris des coups parc’qu’il n'était pas le plus fort

Tendu la joue parc’que les faibles ont toujours tort

Rien dit du tout parc’qu’on dit le silence est d’or

Toujours debout mais en le payant le prix fort

L’a pris l’avis de ceux qui savent conseiller

L’a pris l’outil parc’qu’il faut apprendre un métier

Eu des soucis parc’qu’il faut payer son loyer

Mais pas soumis parc’que c'était sa destinée

L’a pris l’avis parc’que le choix n’est pas bien grand

L’a pris l’outil parc’qu’on n’vit pas de l’air du temps

Eu des soucis parc’qu’il faut avoir des enfants

Mais pas soumis parc’que personne n’est géant

Petit Boulot de ceux qui savent conseiller

Des haricots parc’qu’il faut avoir un métier

Marié trop tôt parc’qu’il faut payer son loyer

Sans courber l’dos parc’que c'était sa destinée

Petit Boulot parc’que le choix n’est pas bien grand

Des haricots parc’qu’on n’vit pas de l’air du temps

Marié trop tôt parc’qu’il faut avoir des enfants

Sans courber l’dos parc’que personne n’est géant

L’a fait sa vie comme d’autres ont peur de se noyer

L’a réussie, ses deux enfants sont bacheliers

Pris le fusil pour faire la guerre en appelé

Rev’nu blessé parc’que c'était sa destinée

Riant de tout comm' si c'était la solution

Revenu fou comme les trois roses à son balcon

Pris le fusil au beau milieu de son salon

Il est parti avant de finir son sillon

Parti debout comm' pour un' guerre en appelé

Tendu la joue que ses parents lui ont donnée

Pris le fusil de ceux qui savent se noyer

Il a tiré parc’que c'était sa destinée

Devenu fou au beau milieu de son salon

Parti debout comm' si c'était la solution

Pris le fusil, ses deux enfants sont bacheliers

Repris sa vie parc’que c'était sa destinée

Took him his life his parents gave him

Learned the cry because life is complicated

Betrayed because at school it's obligatory

Learned life because it was his destiny

Took his life 'cause he wasn't the strongest

Learned the cry because the weak are always wrong

Been betrayed because they say silence is golden

Learned life but paid a heavy price

Took him from the beating his parents gave him

Turned your cheek because life is complicated

Nothing said at all because at school it is obligatory

Still standing 'cause it was his destiny

Took him beating 'cause he wasn't the strongest

Turned your cheek because the weak are always wrong

Nothing said at all because they say silence is golden

Still standing but paying full price

He took the advice of those who know how to advise

Took the tool because you have to learn a trade

Had trouble 'cause you gotta pay the rent

But not submitted 'cause that was his destiny

Took it because the choice is not very big

Took the tool because we don't live on the zeitgeist

Had worries 'cause you gotta have kids

But not submitted because no one is giant

Small job of those who know how to advise

Beans because you have to have a job

Married too early because you have to pay your rent

Without bending the back because it was his destiny

Small job because the choice is not very big

Beans because we don't live on the zeitgeist

Married too early because you have to have children

Without bending the back because nobody is giant

Made it his life like others are afraid to drown

Succeeded, her two children are high school graduates

Took the gun to make war on call

Came back hurt 'cause it was his destiny

Laughing at everything like if that was the solution

Came back mad like the three roses on his balcony

Caught the gun in the middle of his living room

He left before finishing his furrow

Left standing like for a war called

Turned the cheek his parents gave him

Took the gun of those who know how to drown

He shot cause it was his destiny

Gone mad in the middle of his living room

Walked up like that was the solution

Taken the gun, his two children are high school diplomas

Took her life back cause it was her destiny