You were the kind of high school student
A bit lost and in your corner
Always sitting at the back of the class
Not very comfortable in your shoes
Sure, we're all searching at that age
But youth is made for that
You took refuge in songs
For escape, for thrills
And then one day you discovered
The power of Prévert's language

You plunged into studies
To soothe the worries
Of those who pay your rent
Like a ball to return
Soon to pass adolescence
Always in the backpack, the sciences
But your passion is writing
The scribbles and the erasures
And secretly you write your verses
Of course, in the language of Prévert

You could have rotted in the office
Uncomfortable in your clothes, uncomfortable in your skin
For never having dared
To slam the door without turning everything upside down
One day you were able to seize your chance
With the right dose of recklessness
Not to end up bitter and old
But with so many regrets in your eyes
Between tenderness and anger
You sing in the language of Prévert

And today it's your job
All the planets are aligned
When you think back to the high school student
You wouldn't have bet your destiny
But since your thing is music
And not their damn statistics
Whatever the sound of the moment
You walk beside it calmly
And you feel as free as the air
Always in the language of Prévert

And you feel as free as the air
Always in the language of Prévert

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