Translation of ''Petit Con'' by Chat

Song: Petit Con (Idiot)

Artist: Chat

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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

Translation of ''Je te Vois'' by Chat

Song: Je te Vois (I See You)

Artist: Chat

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I see you in my dreams, the most tender. 

I imagine all the words that you would whisper while seeing me so helpless. 

I smell you and your scent carries me 

In a world of memories in which I would like to 

take refuge in for all of life. 

Wisdom loses any meaning and flies away, 

facing the emptiness and the absence,

Probably taking with it the story, the dreams and the insouciance. 

Where is your soul hiding now, 

Where is the softness of this world hiding

Of which you so often told me of in your secrets, 

The glow of your gaze 

continues to blind me 

I see you in my dreams, the most vivid.  

The softness of your voice carries me away so far, so far away from everything, but close to you. 

The stroke of the sun on my skin leaves me icy, 

impervious to every comfort, without you nothing has importance anymore.

Where is your soul hiding now, 

Where is the softness of this world hiding

Of which you so often told me of in your secrets.

I see you in my dreams, the most tender. 

The pain is nothing compared to the desire

Of seeing your lips smile at me 

I would like, just once, 

To hear you whisper to me, 

Don't worry, all is well for you.