You're just a bird of passage
A little guy on the way
In full stranding
You're not worth a piece of bread
You discover by chance
An air of nothing
You'll come home late tonight
To forget fate

And you turn yourself upside down
You don't remember anything
And yet there's this love-struck air in your loins
And you move and you dance as if it was the last
This air puts you in a trance, you take off from the Earth

And it wakes you up in the morning
Wakes you up early
And it comes back in the evening
It's a song of misfortune
And there's your heart beating
Again and again
And your hand that always goes stronger

It would take you the boat on a country dock
A bag on your back with only one companion
This music that obsesses you and this story
This rhythm in your head, these three guitar chords
And it turns and it waltzes, yeah it's worse than the carousel
But go ahead, it embraces you, you're caught in the trap
It would even hold out its hand to you on the side of a road
Go trace your path, we know what it costs

And it comes in the morning
Knocking on your heart
And it comes back in the evening
It's a song of misfortune
And there's your heart beating
Again and again
And your hand that always goes stronger

Like a falling leaf, like a dying bird
Shot down with a slingshot, hit right in the heart
It's inevitable, it gets into your head
Like a memorable stone, like a party anthem
It pays tribute to pirates, to the unsociable
To you acrobats those who have eaten at my table
To the looks I've crossed, that I keep in my heart
To all our evenings, these moments of warmth

It took us in the morning, hand on heart
And it lasted until the evening on a piece of counter
It was worse than a mirage, when we started to jump
It was like a stormy night in the middle of summer
When they dig my grave I want one last time
Before leaving in the shadow, a D, an E, an A
I want to see you all smile
Hear your whispers
Ruminate on the memories
Tell them to your children
That life is a shipwreck, an illusion
That we are all passing through like in a song
That we're barely worth 3 chords, that it's cruel
That even the strongest
Won't have an encore

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