Lyrics of Mon petit albatros - Lynda Lemay

Mon petit albatros (original)

Il a toujours eu ce surnom là
Mon petit Albatros
Le connaissez vous?
c’est Jean François
C’est mon gosse
Il plait aux femmes
Il les fait toutes fondres
Avec le charme
De ses yeux sombres
Il a toujours eu des ailes lourdes
Mon petit Albatros
Il n’a jamais su que lever le coude
Pour planer
Comment fera t-il?
Pour déployer ses forces?
Et convoler
En juste noce?
Je ne voulais pas qu’il quitte mon nid
Mon petit Albatros
Mais dans un coup de vent, soudain la vie
M’la volé
Une hirondelle
Qui rôdait près du sol
L’a pris en plein vol
Sous son aile
Voilà qu’il se depêche
A construire un berçeau
En bouts d'écorces rèches
En tas de phrases sèches
Il prépare déjà
La venue d’un oiseau
Qui lui ressemblera
Et l’appellera «papa»
Il a toujours eu ce surnom là
Mon petit Albatros
Le connaissez vous?
c’est Jean François
C’est mon gosse
Je suis sa mère
Je vis seule sur ma branche
A m’ennuyer de lui
Et de son père
Qui c’est envolé
A grand coup d’ailes blanches
Un jour de Mai
Un lourd dimanche

(translation)

He always had that nickname
My little Albatross
Do you know it?
it's Jean Francois
It's my kid
Women like it
He melts them all
With the charm
Of his dark eyes
He always had heavy wings
My little Albatross
He never knew how to raise his elbow
To get high
How will he do it?
To deploy its forces?
And marry
Just married?
I didn't want him to leave my nest
My little Albatross
But in a gust of wind, suddenly life
stole it from me
A swallow
Who hovered near the ground
Caught it mid-flight
under his wing
Now he's hurrying
To build a crib
In bits of rough bark
In a pile of dry phrases
He's already preparing
The coming of a bird
Who will look like him
And call him "daddy"
He always had that nickname
My little Albatross
Do you know it?
it's Jean Francois
It's my kid
I am his mother
I live alone on my branch
To miss him
And his father
who flew away
With a great sweep of white wings
One day in May
A heavy Sunday