La mère à Titi [English translation]

On the coffee table

Which shines like a shoe

There's a pretty placemat

And an oyster shell ashtray

There are plastic fruits

Really good imitations

In a crystal bowl

Really well chipped

On the wall, in the hallway

There are chamois horns

To hang keys on

In the basement, where we don't go

African statues

Rub shoulders on the shelf

With little glass animals

Venetian trash

It's really small, Titi's mother's house

It's a little bit of Italy

It's happiness, misery and boredom,

It's death, it's life

There's a beautiful bullfight

On a tacky fan

Placed above the sofa

Like a scarecrow

On the black lace

There's the death of a bull

Who had trouble believing

That he was still under Franco

There's a poor Virgin Mary

Her two feet in the water

Who gets covered with snow

When you shake her

The idiot barometer

In the ship's anchor

And the photo of a dog

Torn out of a magazine

It's really small, Titi's mother's house

But there's everything I've told you about

That woman, if you don't know her

You wouldn't believe it, you wouldn't believe it

On the TV, which has pride of place

One day, I saw a book

I think it was Le Grand Meaulnes

Near the copper pot

In the newspaper rack

Made of wicker, you'd doubt it

There's Nous Deux, Le Figaro,

The La Redoute* catalogue

Worse, down the hall

There's my buddy's den

Where his guitars,

his jackets and boots live

His collection of comics

And in the middle of this mess

The butt of a joint

And an old New Look**

It's really small, Titi's mother's house

Titi doesn't care about it

He tells me that his life is really small, too

And that his home is everywhere

When he talks about leaving

His mother tells him he's crazy

That he's still not married

That his chicks are poufs***

And that if he goes off

Without question, he'll come back

With his dirty laundry to wash

At the end of each week

So he stays there

Smothered but loved

Busying himself a bit with the cats

While waiting to worj

He wants to be a singer

His mother believes it, too

"Look, he's got a beautiful voice

Like his father had"

It's really small, Titi's mother's house

It's a little bit of Italy

It's happiness, misery and boredom,

It's death, it's life

• Artist:Louane
• Album:Chambre 12