He was a kid like any other
And it's so hard to talk about it
I know deep down it's all my fault
How could I have been so blind
I replay everything he said
And everything he hid from me
The long hours on his computer
That's where they came to get him

And I saw nothing, I'm sick about it
My son went off to jihad
And I saw nothing, I'm sick about it
My son went off to jihad

He was like all teenagers
Rather kind and reserved
Never a single ado person
A round ball at his feet
He dreamed of being an educator
Before being indoctrinated
By their predator speeches
Who smells the lost sheep

It's with his brain scrambled
That my son went off to jihad
It's with his brain scrambled
That my son went off to jihad

He was a normal kid
Who grew up near Vesoul
Then the radical conversion
The new name that follows
I don't wish this on any mother
It's a one-way ticket to hell
I can't believe what he did
I can't even make his unmade bed

Thinking he was helping sick young people
My son went off to jihad
Thinking he was helping sick young people
My son went off to jihad

He was at the age of first cigarettes
And my whole life stopped
When I discovered this envelope:
"Mom, don't worry
I'm going to help the young Syrians
Promise I'll write to you soon
I love you very much" And then nothing
No news, radio silence

I see myself crying at the brigade
My son went off to jihad
I see myself crying at the brigade
My son went off to jihad

But damn it, he was just a kid
And out of my sight this photo
With a gun in his hand
It's not him, not my Pierrot
He who hated blood
He who loved pretty phrases
He killed innocents
They made him a suicide bomber

He blew himself up in Baghdad
My son died in jihad
He blew himself up in Baghdad
My son died in jihad

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