L'Amérique pleure [English translation]

One more day to get up

At the same time as the sun

The face still a bit pooped

From my four hours of sleep, yeah!

I pull a couple puffs from a cig

Job done for vitamins

And a good mop water coffee

So as to look a bit better, yeah!

I take the Florida's Turnpike

Tomorrow night I'll be in Montmagny

No trucker is not quite Klondike

But you see the country, yeah!

Especially as it makes you realize

What lies behind the beautiful landscapes

There are so many inequalities

And suffering on the faces

The question that constantly gnaws on me

But how do all these people do

To still believe in life

In this hypocrisy

It's so sad that sometimes

When I come back home

And I'm parking my old truck

I see America crying

In my rearview mirror

I'm pulling in my trailer

All the excesses of my time

Frozen overabundance

Doped, over-packed, yeah!

While wishful thinking goes down the drain

Our carelessness is satisfied

It's in the bottom of the containers

That the surplus will rot

The question that constantly gnaws on me

But what will our children do

When nothing is left

But ruins and hunger

It's so sad that sometimes

When I come back home

And I'm parking my old truck

I see America crying

In my rearview mirror

On the Interstate '95

All dreams go out in smoke

A car on fire in a ramp

A fatal accident, yeah!

And in the middle of this jam

No respect for death

Each at their turn plays the horn

So eager to go nowhere

The question that constantly gnaws on me

But where are all these people going?

There are so many cars everywhere

The world turned crazy

It's so sad that sometimes

When I come back home

And I'm parking my old truck

I see America crying

In my rearview mirror

Another highway truck stop

Stuck there to eat shit

It's true that in today's soup

There isn't so much love, yeah!

We killed human warmth

With the chain service

On TV another nutjob

Just triggered a shootout

The question that constantly gnaws on me

But how do these poor people

To cross the whole course

Of a loveless life

It's so sad that sometimes

When I come back home

And I'm parking my old truck

I see America crying

In my rearview mirror

But still, me too

When I drive alone in the night

I wonder sometimes what I'm doing here

Caught in the backcountry, yeah!

I think about everything I missed

With Mimi and the two girls

And I have this fucked feeling

To be a stranger in my own family

The question that constantly gnaws on me,

Why work so much

Get away from those I love

All this to play the game

It's so sad that sometimes

When I'm far from home

Sitting in my old truck

I see America crying

Somewhere deep in my heart