Désgénérations, generations of Québecois

This song from the popular group, Mes Aïeux “my forefathers” talks about the generations of Quebecois.
One of our friends here, loves this song and makes us sing it everytime we have dinner with him. He says it explains the history of the Quebecois. So, I’ve decided to share it with you. Immagine yourself chanting with about 10 others, around a big table, holding a good beer from Quebec…



Lyrics: traduction,

Ton arrière-arrière-grand-père, il a défriché la terre
Your great-great-grand-father, he cleared the land
Ton arrière-grand-père, il a labouré la terre
Your great-grand-father, he plowed the land
Et pis ton grand-père a rentabilisé la terre
And then your father he made the land profitable
Pis ton père, il l’a vendue pour devenir fonctionnaire
Then your father, he sold it to work for the government
Et pis toi, mon p’tit gars, tu l’sais pus c’que tu vas faire
And you little man, you don’t know anymore what you’re going to do
Dans ton p’tit trois et demi bien trop cher, frette en hiver
In your small apartment, where its cold in the winter
Il te vient des envies de devenir propriétaire
You start to feel the need to become an owner
Et tu rêves la nuit d’avoir ton petit lopin de terre
And during the night you dream of having your little piece of land

Ton arrière-arrière-grand-mère, elle a eu quatorze enfants
Your great-great-grand-mother, she had 14 children
Ton arrière-grand-mère en a eu quasiment autant
Your great-grand-mother had about the same
Et pis ta grand-mère en a eu trois c’tait suffisant
And then your grand-mother, she had three, which was sufficient
Pis ta mère en voulait pas ; toi t’étais un accident
Then your mother, she didn’ t want any, you were an accident.
Et pis toi, ma p’tite fille, tu changes de partenaire tout l’temps
And you my little girl, you change partner all the time.
Quand tu fais des conneries, tu t’en sauves en avortant
When you make errors, you save yourself with abortion
Mais y’a des matins, tu te réveilles en pleurant
But some mornings, you wake up crying
Quand tu rêves la nuit d’une grande table entourée d’enfants
When at night, you dream of a big table, surrounded with children.

Ton arrière-arrière-grand-père a vécu la grosse misère
Your great-great-grand-father, he lived in big misery
Ton arrière-grand-père, il ramassait les cennes noires
Your great-grand-father, he picked up the pennies
Et pis ton grand-père – miracle ! – est devenu millionnaire
And then your grand-father, miracle! He became a millionaire
Ton père en a hérité, il l’a tout mis dans ses RÉERs
Your father inherited, and put everything in his RRSP’s
Et pis toi, p’tite jeunesse, tu dois ton cul au ministère
And then you little young guy, you owe your ass to the department
Pas moyen d’avoir un prêt dans une institution bancaire
No possibility to obtain a loan in a bank institution
Pour calmer tes envies de hold-uper la caissière
To calm your craving to hold- up the cashier
Tu lis des livres qui parlent de simplicité volontaire
You read books about volunteer simplicity

Tes arrière-arrière-grands-parents, ils savaient comment fêter
Your great-great-grand-parents, they knew how to party
Tes arrière-grands-parents, ça swignait fort dans les veillées
Your great-grand-parents, swinged hard in the evenings
Pis tes grands-parents ont connu l’époque yé-yé
Then your grand-parents, they knew the yéyé period
Tes parents, c’tait les discos ; c’est là qu’ils se sont rencontrés
Your parents, they were disco, thats how they met
Et pis toi, mon ami, qu’est-ce que tu fais de ta soirée ?
And you, my friend, what do you do of your evenings?
Éteins donc ta tivi ; faut pas rester encabané
So put out your television, you don’t have to stay shut in
Heureusement que dans’ vie certaines choses refusent de changer
Luckily in life, some things don’t change
Enfile tes plus beaux habits car nous allons ce soir danser…
Put on your fancy clothes, because tonight we go out and dance…

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