On loop on the television
A man in a funny suit
With a mushroom head
Looking far away, way up high

He walks proudly, with a light step
Towards a giant white pen
Maybe he's going to draw
Hearts on all the kites?

What is the purpose of his funny machine
That sows stars and beauty
In the eyes of adults and kids
When it goes 3, 2, 1, 0

I wish he would take me
Surfing on the Milky Way
And see if the Earth is more beautiful
Through the eyes of Thomas Pesquet

I wish he would teach me
Hope in humanity
When I grow up, I want to do the same
The same as Thomas Pesquet

In his rocket propulsion
Far from our trivial lives
Does he ask himself the same questions?
When he sees the ice melting

On my screen, I take off
Eyes fixed on his photos
I promise, I'll work hard at school
To join him way up high

What is the purpose of his funny machine
That sows stars and beauty
In the eyes of adults and kids
When it goes 3, 2, 1, 0

I wish he would take me
Surfing on the Milky Way
And see if the Earth is more beautiful
Through the eyes of Thomas Pesquet

I wish he would teach me
Hope in humanity
When I grow up, I want to do the same
The same as Thomas Pesquet

I wish he would take me
Surfing on the Milky Way
And see if the Earth is more beautiful
Through the eyes of Thomas Pesquet

I wish he would teach me
Hope in humanity
When I grow up, I want to do the same
The same as Thomas Pesquet

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