Translation of ''Petit Con'' by Chat

Song: Petit Con (Idiot)

Artist: Chat

Always link back if you repost somewhere else, and comments are appreciated. 

♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

You scream that you're free, 

You really don't say anything. 

But free from who, or more importantly from what?

Certainly not from your bullshit.

You cry ''we love you'', ''we don't understand you''. 

You don't even know where you're going. 

Rebelling against who, but more importantly against what?

AIDS, war, they don't inspire you. 

Idiot

The little tranquil lives you make fun of,

At dusk they fall asleep, you set out.

In the misty arms of alcohol, you let yourself go, 

Without restraint, without class and without shame. 

You prefer to turn your back 

To all those who criticize your number 

Hot, boil...ing 

Some are sick of your stories 

Your doubts, your meditations, 

But turn around a little to look 

At the artists, you don't have a name. 

You love to put down the system, 

It sells well, so it's pretty good. 

But often you say to yourself, ''Nevertheless

What would you do without...''

Idiot