Dans quelques mois Lyrics English Translation by Orelsan
Yeah, it’s me, I know it’s weird to get a message since you’re in the next room but uh… I was thinking about the birth, you know, since it’s in a few months. And, uh, I’m starting to seriously freak out and I don’t know, I just had to share uh what’s going on in my head. Uh, it just seemed easier this way
In a few months, in a few months, in a few months
He’ll be here soon, I’ll never be ready
In a few months, in a few months
I don’t even see how I’m gonna know how to raise him
In a few months, in a few months
I’m making a list of all the mistakes I could make
In a few months, in a few months
A tortured artist makes masterpieces, a tortured dad ruins a life
You know how I am, I drop everything, I’m not sure I can guarantee his survival
Imagine, I see him, I don’t like him, imagine, I feel nothing, I have no empathy
Imagine, I forget him, I come home, I hear you say “Honey, what did you do with the little one?”
It’s a nightmare, I swear, for sure, we’re gonna traum’ him
You lock him in his room when he’s two years old, thirty years later, you’ve got a psychopath
I’m already on the verge of burn-out, how do you expect me to handle another life?
Imagine, we mess up, imagine, the mixed race takes the worst of our two races
Imagine, he only gets our flaws, imagine my ego and your temper
He gets the bad faith from my father, and he makes a fuss like your mother
I don’t even know how to do the laundry, why would you want to entrust his life to me?
If I shelter him too much, I make him fragile, if I don’t shelter him enough, I make a Nazi
He’ll be here soon, I’ll never be ready
I don’t even see how I’m gonna know how to raise him
I’m making a list of all the mistakes I could make
I am purely and simply afraid of being a father
He’ll be here soon, I’ll never be ready
I don’t even see how I’m gonna know how to raise him
I’m making a list of all the mistakes I could make
I am purely and simply afraid of being a father
When I write, I start with a draft, imagine, here, it’s the same
Imagine the sleepless nights, imagine the fatigue tearing us apart
They say in the first year, the chances of divorce are higher
Imagine, I do my best but I’m not cut out for this, imagine it’s just beyond my strength
And-And-And if things go badly at school? Kids these days are fierce
Imagine, he never makes any friends, he’s alone and sad like when I was a kid
Even if he gets through childhood, there’ll be adolescence, that time where you regret being born
I don’t wanna relive the sex, the alcohol, the drugs, the insolence
I’m afraid of being an absent father, I’m afraid of making our parents’ mistakes, or worse
I’m afraid of cracking, of going back to the person I was before
From exes, to sports, to friends, do you know everything I dropped?
I’m afraid of dropping the ball, maybe we were wrong, if we can’t do this, what do we do?
He’ll be here soon, I’ll never be ready
I don’t even see how I’m gonna know how to raise him
I’m making a list of all the mistakes I could make
I am purely and simply afraid of being a father
He’ll be here soon, I’ll never be ready
I don’t even see how I’m gonna know how to raise him
I’m making a list of all the mistakes I could make
I am purely and simply afraid of being a father
In a few months