Lyrics of Tel père, tel fils - Serge Lama

Tel père, tel fils (original)

Il scrute, il observe, il dtaille,
Il emmagasine, il se tait,
Il cherche chez l’autre la faille
Et la cible o ficher son trait.
Il observe, il dtaille, il scrute,
Il fouille l’autre au plus profond,
Jusqu' l’endroit o son oeil bute
Et o s’teignent les violons.
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble
Comme deux gouttes de soleil,
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble,
Je le contemple, il me surveille,
Tel pre, tel fils, on est pareils.
Il dtaille, il scrute, il observe,
Il affte son oeil qui luit
Jusqu' ce que l’autre s’nerve
Et se rvle malgr lui.
Il fouille, il observe, il dtaille,
Il dissque d’un oeil glouton,
Effilochant maille aprs maille
La laine mme le mouton.
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble
Comme deux gouttes d’eau du ciel,
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble,
Un peu de poivre dans du miel,
Tel pre, tel fils pour l’essentiel.
Il observe, il dtaille, il fouille
Et se dsespre en trouvant
Chez l’autre cette mme trouille
Et ce mme rve mouvant.
Il me semble qu’il me ressemble
Comme deux gouttes d’au-del,
Le pire et le meilleur de moi,
Tel pre, tel fils, enfin, je crois.

(translation)

He scrutinizes, he observes, he details,
He stores up, he is silent,
He looks for the flaw in the other
And the target to file his trait.
He observes, he details, he scrutinizes,
He digs the other deep,
To where his eye stops
And where the violins are dyed.
Seems like he looks like me
Like two drops of sunshine,
Seems like he looks like me,
I watch him, he watches me,
Like father, like son, we are the same.
He details, he scrutinizes, he observes,
He sharpens his shining eye
Until the other gets nervous
And reveals himself in spite of himself.
He searches, he observes, he details,
He records with a gluttonous eye,
Unraveling stitch after stitch
Wool even sheep.
Seems like he looks like me
Like two drops of water from the sky,
Seems like he looks like me,
A little pepper in honey,
Like father, like son for the most part.
He observes, he details, he searches
And despairs finding
In the other this same fear
And that same moving dream.
Seems like he looks like me
Like two drops from beyond,
The worst and the best of me,
Like father, like son, well, I think.