This song is an old favorite of mine. Sung by the popular French Quebec folk band Mes Aïeux (My Ancestors) it recounts the degeneration over the last five generations of Quebec’s traditional French Catholic culture into the rootless moral-less cesspool much of the West has unfortunately become. Although the song is specifically about Quebec, the song’s message will resonant with most European Nationalists. The blood and soil symbolism in the video is really terrific.
Unfortunately embedding has been disabled, but below is a link to the music video on YouTube.
Here’s a loose English translation of the lyrics:
Your great-great grandfather cleared the earth
Your great-grandfather laboured on the earth
Your grandfather turned a profit from the earth
Then your father sold the earth to become a bureaucrat
Now you, my little man, you don’t know what to do
In your little three room apartment – too expensive and cold in the winter
You want something to call your own
And you dream at night of having your own little piece of earth.
Your great great grandmother, she had 14 kids
Your great grandmother had about as many
Then your grandmother had three, that was enough for her
Your mom didn’t want any, you were an accident
Now you, my little lady, change partners all the time
When you screw up you save yourself by aborting
But there are mornings you awake crying
When you dream in the night of a large table surrounded by little ones.
Your great great grandfather lived through incredible suffering
Your great grandfather collected used, dirty pennies
Then your grandfather became a millionaire
Your father inherited and put it into RRSPs
Now you, my little youth, owe your ass to the government
No way to get a loan from a financial institution
To aleviate your desire to hold up a bank
You read books about voluntary simplicity
Your great great grandparents knew how to celebrate
Your great grandparent danced the night away
Your grandparents lived through the Yé-Yé era
Your parents, it was discos, that’s where they met
Now you, my friend, what are you doing with your evening?
Turn off your TV, can’t stay locked inside
Happily, some things in life never change
Put on your best, we’re going out tonight dancing!
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