Mon Fils Ma Bataille
Daniel Balavoine
My Son, My Battle
It's been a long time since you left now
I listen to you tear down my life, crying
If I had just one morning, I would be there, dirty, judged on a bench
By the shadow of a body that I held so often, for a child.
You tell them that my job is just hot air
That we don't know what I'll be in a year
If they knew that for you, before all the singers, I was the greatest
And that's why you wanted a child, who grew up.
The judges and the laws, it doesn't scare me
It's my son, my battle
She shouldn't have left
I'll break everything, if you touch
The fruit of my loins
She shouldn't have left.
Of course, she carried him and yet
It's me who slowly built his life
Everything she can say about me is nothing compared to the smiles he gives me
Absence has faults that nothing defends
He's my child.
The judges and the laws, it doesn't scare me
It's my son, my battle
She shouldn't have left
I'll break everything if you touch the fruit of my loins
She shouldn't have left.
