Until my last breath
I would like to do good
And then heal people
From this life that gnaws at them
And keeps them there on the ground
The soul resting on a memory foam

Until my last breath
I will imagine the worst
I'm not bad at that
I must have taken from my father
I'm aging slowly
I'm heading towards happiness
Always looking for it
What a mistake

I still live in Clichy
It's been more than seven years
I don't even count anymore
The number of girls, the number of nights
Spent under these roofs
Rolling stars between my arms

I'm not a guy from here
I'm far from home
I'm a child of Terrenoire
A very good memory
I remember La Métare
And the golden hills
By the evening sun
It's time to go home
Dad was whistling, the day was getting foggy
We ate in silence in front of the TV

Gamotière, Perrotière
St Jean, St Charles
La Métare, the castle
The house, the cemetery
St Jean, La Métare
Terrenoire, Terrenoire
Paradiso, Paradiso

Until my last breath
I will go towards your supple body
And I will invent a happy life for myself
A life where we would be two
A wonderful house
By the side of a river
That we would have invented

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