Ti-cul [English translation]

Little Shit didn't go

To his classes this morning

Because somehow he knows

That they're no use to him

He decided he'd rather hang out

In the student lounge

Rather than be bored to death

Listening to an annoying teacher

He's doing, without ambition

A college degree in Humanities

A little reluctantly

Without putting too much effort

He wanted to be an actor

But his parents told him

That it wasn't a good path

To be happy in life...

So now he's there and wasting time

He goofs off in his studies

For him this is bullshit

A complete and utter bore

The only thing that gets him excited

Is his improv group

Or the joints that he smokes

When he does his radio show

But his mother hopes

That he'll become a lawyer

That he'll make a good salary

Somewhat like his father

But Little Shit's not an idiot

He knows that to be happy

You need to live for your own beliefs

And not for those of your parents

Why look for a meaning

In all their bullshit ?

Little Shit, take your chance

And make your own way in this world

Because in the end, real happiness

Is maybe just in not knowing

How will end

Your little story

And there's his older brother

An insignificant type

A cellphone salesman

Who only thinks about money

Who tells him: "It's a shame

You'll never get a job

Because becoming an actor

Is like chasing dreams"

His life is all mapped out

He never questions himself

And to hear him speak

You'd think he was always right

Except Little Shit doesn't care

He knows that narrow-minded people

Just want to hide their lack of power

By trying to put you down

Why look for a meaning

In all their bullshit ?

Little Shit, take your chance

And make your own way in this world

Because in the end, real happiness

Is maybe just in not knowing

How will end

Your little story

It's a good thing he has his girlfriend

A really nice girl

Who understands him, at least

And knows he has talent

She tells him to hang on

And to keep believing

That maybe he'll be accepted

At a conservatory

And there's always the option

Even if it's just in the meantime

To be an extra

In a soap opera

Because to live out your passion

And not regret it later

Reason stands that you need

To start somewhere

That's why tomorrow

He's going to drop everything

And to hell with the jerks

That don't want to encourage him

Because he knows that real happiness

Is basically just in not knowing

How will end

Your little story

Keeping his spirit free

Finding some balance

As for the rest, he doesn't care

Little Shit can't wait for tomorrow...