I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have

I have the weapons I have
colors that fade
it's my name's fault
and since the cradle

for lack of knowing
how to adapt to the context
yes, to know how to rhyme
by turning my coat

I have the weapons I have
one-way roads
that I have to plow
my lack of tactics

my rejection letters
which, on nights of joy
give my devotion
its letters of nobility

The furious impatience
of those who see ahead
by looking behind
and of those who yet

don't see much anymore
when the heart rises to the eyes
while the fists tremble
and the feet tie knots

when there is no more center
not really a middle
when it feels in the stomach
like water on fire

like water on fire

I have the weapons I have
the drunkenness of memories
the drunkenness of the seashore

when the day withdraws

and the wind pushes me
to jump into the void
that of a crazy love
of a fearless life

I have the weapons I have
this lack of audacity
my packed bag
to change surface

because I am old-fashioned
with my hunched back
my lack of insolence
and second degree

but I am at ease
repeating to myself
that despite the times
I have the weapons I have

I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have

And I have these few flowers
that I have to throw at myself
and I have these few blows
that I have to give myself

to wake up the dead
stored in my heart
depriving me of the outside
depriving the rumor

of taking with it
a piece of my word
and lending me wings
so that my song can fly

I have the weapons I have
and I have my weaknesses
to manage my speech
and my inconsistencies
when I'm given five minutes
in front of upright people
to prove that it's worth
betting on me
well don't bet
what do you want me to say?
I have the weapons I have
these weapons that sharpen me

those that I brandish
my cardboard guns
my twig knives
in low definition

because I was told no
I have the weapons I have

I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have

Because I was told no
it's up to me to live
to always stand up
free electron

because I was told no
it's up to me to live
to go deep down
and to continue

what I started
by sharpening my voice
maybe to avenge
my pariah ancestors
because I was told no

I have a good memory
I hurt so much everywhere
that I hurt nowhere

and if one day I have to
to pay my rent
to pay for the hospital
to pay for the coffee

yeah if I have to trade
my bouquets of nettles
my hard-rock nights
my symphony days

if I have to put
a mask on my faults
if I have to redo
the path backwards

out of distress out of boredom
out of default out of challenge
would I touch
the enemy's weapons?

despite the years
I have the weapons I have
despite the market
I have the weapons I have

I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have
I have the weapons I have

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