Lyrics of Ouverture - Lynda Lemay

Ouverture (original)

Il y a Daniel, Daniel Messier
L’agent de police, qui a quarante ans
Et toutes ses dents
Contre mon fils
Il y a Micheline, celle qui travaille, au restaurant
De grâce, cuisine et qui aime bien monsieur l’agent
Il y a Manon
Qui est amoureuse de mon garçon
Depuis deux ans, et qui lui fabrique un enfant
Il y a mon Jeff
Le futur papa en question, trop jeune mais bref
Il prend ses propres décisions
Monsieur l’agent
Il dit que mon fils est un voyou
Mais ct'évidant que monsieur l’agent il est jaloux
Puisque Manon, Manon qui est la fille de Micheline
Le belle Manon elle n’est jamais qu’sa bonne copine
Il y a Micheline qui regarde tout le temps mon fils de haut
Et qui s’indigne parce qu’elle trouve qu’il boit trop
Mais mon garçon, sa belle Manon
Il l’aime vraiment, y’a de la passion
Entre c’est deux furieux amants
Et il y a moi, héritière sans profession
Jeff c’est mon gars
Et Nathalie c’est mon prénom
Il y avait Jacques
Mon cher mari qui s’est pas remi d’une crise cardiaque
Et qui a déserté la vie
Il y a longtemps
Lorsque mon pauvre Jean François n’avait que dix ans
Et comme parents, plus que moi
Voilà mon plan, nous sommes de droles d’oiseaux
Voilà comment, on peut souvent tomber de haut
(Merci à naoual pour cettes paroles)

(translation)

There's Daniel, Daniel Messier
The police officer, who is forty years old
And all his teeth
against my son
There's Micheline, the one who works, at the restaurant
Please, cooking and who likes Mr. Officer
There's Manon
Who's in love with my boy
For two years, and who makes him a child
There's my Jeff
The future dad in question, too young but brief
He makes his own decisions
Officer
He says my son is a thug
But it's obvious that officer he's jealous
Since Manon, Manon who is Micheline's daughter
The beautiful Manon is only her good friend
There's Micheline always looking down on my son
And who is indignant because she thinks he drinks too much
But my boy, his beautiful Manon
He really loves her, there's passion
Between it's two furious lovers
And there's me, heiress without profession
Jeff is my guy
And Nathalie is my first name
There was Jacques
My dear husband who has not recovered from a heart attack
And who deserted life
A long time ago
When my poor Jean François was only ten years old
And as parents, more than me
Here's my plan, we're funny birds
That's how, we can often fall from above
(Thanks to Naoual for these lyrics)