Description
Nostalgia with scratches on vinyl: the words are like old photographs, either brighter in memory or simply more contrasting, and between the frames lie the traces of distrust and familiar arguments. Attempts to reconcile turn into a play of unspoken words, where the loudest sound is the irritated certainty that great plans are collapsing due to the very beliefs that once seemed a saving support. The chorus repeats "bon, bon" like a manifesto of an ordinary day – not hate, not apocalypse, but a weary willingness to put up with things and laugh thru gritted teeth. Every coming-of-age story here is read without pathos: traumas return on schedule, empires crumble into history books, and all that's left is to maintain a balance between sarcasm and kindness, as if that's the only honest way to look at the world.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ah c'qu'on était nombreux à croire qu'on était uniques.
Est-ce qu'on était seuls quand on voulait s'unir? Finalement, les gens se haïssent tellement donc bon.
Bon, bon, bon, bon. Tant qu'ils se méfient, on s'méfie tant tant.
Bon, bon, bon, bon. Si c'est la guerre qu'ils veulent, j'suis confiant.
Bon, bon, bon, bon. Les pyramides tombent quand les pyralies s'montrent enfin, fin, fin, fin.
Ils ont chié dans l'histoire sans crainte.
A-a-avant, c'était pas pareil, on sait pas vraiment si c'était bien mieux, oh.
Vois la vie en noir et blanc avec du bruit genre comme si c'est vieux, oh. Et pourtant pour eux, c'est la même, bon.
On peut pas chasser la merde, bon. Peut-être demain, on fait la paix, mais bon. Aujourd'hui, on fait avec.
Ah c'qu'on était nombreux à cacher tout c'qu'on cramait, jamais personne n'atteindra l'passé.
Les traumas s'répètent assez, on est cassés enfin.
Bon, bon, bon, bon. S'ils croient pas comme nous, brûle tout autant.
Bon, bon, bon, bon. Si c'est la guerre qu'ils veulent, j'suis confiant.
Bon, bon, bon, bon.
Les grands empires tombent quand les convaincus s'montrent enfin, fin, fin, fin. On a chié dans l'histoire sans crainte.
A-a-avant, c'était pas pareil, on sait pas vraiment si c'était bien mieux, oh.
Vois la vie en noir et blanc avec du bruit genre comme si c'est vieux, oh. Et pourtant pour eux, c'est la même, bon.
On peut pas chasser la merde, bon. Peut-être demain, on fait la paix, mais bon.
Aujourd'hui, on fait avec.
English translation
Ah, how many of us believed that we were unique.
Were we alone when we wanted to unite? Ultimately, people hate each other so much so it's okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. As long as they are wary, we are so wary.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. If it's war they want, I'm confident.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. The pyramids fall when the moths finally appear, end, end, end.
They shit on history without fear.
A-a-before, it wasn't the same, we don't really know if it was much better, oh.
See life in black and white with noise like it's old, oh. And yet for them, it's the same, good.
We can't chase away shit, okay. Maybe tomorrow we'll make peace, but oh well. Today, we make do.
Ah, there were so many of us who hid everything we were worried about, no one will ever get to the past.
The traumas repeat themselves enough, we are finally broken.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. If they don't believe like us, burn just as hard.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. If it's war they want, I'm confident.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Great empires fall when the convinced finally show themselves, end, end, end. We shit on the story without fear.
A-a-before, it wasn't the same, we don't really know if it was much better, oh.
See life in black and white with noise like it's old, oh. And yet for them, it's the same, good.
We can't chase away shit, okay. Maybe tomorrow we'll make peace, but oh well.
Today, we make do.