La Pluie

I come from France where we dance the caterpillar
Where we take more hits than crash test dummies
I have friends with degrees, others who haven't read two books
Who are probably on a wall, in the streets of downtown
My father climbed the ladder to become what he wanted to be
My mother is the housewife that advertisers want to seduce
I know the countryside and its big clogs
Where it doesn't fly high, the gossip and the birds

Always so much rain at home
Always so much rain at home
But it's still beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
At home, it's beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
At home, it's beautiful

I come from the middle earth where there are lots of old folks
Where unemployment and herbal tea form a vicious circle
Where we criticize the guests who have just left
It's not that we're slow, it's that we take our time to think
I come from the middle class, moderately classy
Where everyone is looking for a place, Julien Clerc in the minivan
I freestyled in my head to the sound of the windshield wipers
Rain is featured in all my sentences

Always so much rain at home
But it's still beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
At home, it's beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful

At home, there's sun forty days a year
You can spend most of the year waiting for it
I looked out the window, locked in my room
I prayed for the end of the rain and to go skate
I only know the sound of rain, the smell of wet concrete
If I left, it's because I was afraid of rusting
Soaked, I never thought
That I would miss the bad weather

It's still beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
At home, it's beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
But it's still beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
At home, it's beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
Always so much rain at home
Always so much rain at home
Always so much rain at home
Always so much rain at home