J'traîne des pieds [English translation]

I was dragging my feet, my mistakes

I wasn't very fond of school

I was dragging my feet, my weak legs

I was walking around my neighboorhood

I was dragging my feet in my coffee shop

The old people playing belote were shouting

Grandpa, grandma, uncle André, all those old folks

Taking care of me, looking after me

My face was scratched, my knees were scratched

My soft little heart was scratched

My shoes were destroyed, my cheeks were hurt

What was left of us was destroyed

The smoke coming out of the beef bourguignon

The whole family being focused

Back when we could act dumb

The residents, the regulars

The traveling people, especially in the summer

What a happy mess in my coffee shop

My face was scratched, my knees were scratched

My soft little heart was scratched

I sweeped the shop's front, the small child is gone

What was left of us flew away

I'm dragging my feet, I'm dragging my mistakes

I'm still not fond of school

My face was scratched, my knees were scratched

My soft little heart was scratched

My shoes were destroyed, my cheeks were hurt

What was left of us was destroyed