We knew each other little, I sometimes ran into him
In a Parisian bar, two steps from my place
We drank a few glasses until late at night
Was it the path to becoming friends?

He explained to me his land, his people, his country
I listened in silence, touched

He talked to me about Ajaccio, Calvi, Bastia
Notorious corrupt ones, elected officials, mafias
And the hooded ones gathered in the woods
To defy justice and that damn State

I who have always loved all the Robin Hoods
The rebellious peoples, I loved that

He got killed one evening near the maquis
He got shot, why? and by which enemy?
Had he killed first to be killed too?
Was he a rebel, was he a bandit?

I miss you tonight and I talk about you
To your sweet companion who cries next to me
The words she doesn't say, it's the law of Omerta
Of this country I love when it lives free, fulfilled
Far from the noise, the fury of the guns

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