Le chemin de papa

He was a bit of a poet and a bit of a drifter
He never knew a homeland or a boss
He came from anywhere, went wherever the wind blew
But inside his trailer, we were ten children
And at night, around a campfire
We dreamed of a white house while singing
Your path, dad, is so long, so far
It's really tiring to go where you go
Your path, dad, is so long, so far
You should stop in this corner
But he didn't listen to us and at the break of dawn
The family resumed their long journey
Barely enough time for our mother to wash her shirt
And here we go again towards a new Promised Land
And at night, around a campfire
She dreamed of a white house while singing
Your path, dad, is so long, so far
It's really tiring to go where you go
Your path, dad, is so long, so far
You should stop in this corner
And that's how, bumping along through the seasons
That's how, looking over the horizon
Without even realizing it, our father scattered us
To the four corners of the world like grains of wheat
And somewhere at the end of the universe
Still rolls our father's old trailer
Your path, dad, is so long, so far
It's really tiring to go where you go
Your path, dad, is so long, so far
You should stop in this corner