We often talk about mamas
We sometimes forget the Dads who came from the depths of Normandy
From Crevecoeur to Gaillon
They were often foundry workers who became cash transporters
They put their heart into their work at the end of this long journey
We grew up with love, there were never any bad days
The ends of the month were fragile and it was sometimes difficult
But when you have in your heart gardens scented with flowers
He brought us the sun, a new wonderland

Dad, Dad, Dad if you hadn't been there
tell me what would I have done without you?
Dad, Dad if you hadn't been there
what would I have done with my ten fingers?

Your black hair turned white with the rain, with time
They have not lost their accent and their hands still speak truly
She arrived, at the end of the hour
to no longer tire the heart, to rest with the family
Dads have shining eyes
we don't all have the same story. No, but it looks a bit like it
Who hasn't wanted one evening to say Dad I'm happy?
I'm happy, I owe it to you, if I'm here it's thanks to you
I can't find the words to say thank you to you and to mom too

Dad, Dad, Dad if you hadn't been there
tell me what would I have done without you?
Dad, Dad if you hadn't been there
what would I have done with my ten fingers?

You, who gave me music
the heart and the romantic soul with these magical moments
and these nostalgic memories
Dad, Dad, Dad, and if one day you're not there
how could I live without you?

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