My mother often quoted my grandmother
Often, when things went wrong
At 7 years old, she was already working
Remind me, what are you complaining about?

Look through life, don't look at yourself
Being alive, that's already something
It doesn't mean believing in oneself
From birth, we cried

My uncle interrupts to make a joke
Or to tell me that a bird is passing by
That he can always feed those across
When there's nothing left in the supermarkets

Look through life, don't look at yourself
Being alive, that's already something
It doesn't mean we believe in it
It doesn't mean we've changed

I still don't know where I'm going
What fate holds
But I already know where I come from
From here, it seems far

I still don't know where I'm going
What my story reveals
But I already know where I come from
No arrival without departure

My grandfather, he spoke four languages
Captured, in the camps they chat
He sang to us in Breton at 4 grams
But the war, we didn't talk about that

Especially in life, don't look at yourself
Look at the past behind you
Remember that we believe in it
It's first, never changing

I still don't know where I'm going
What fate holds
But I already know where I come from
From here, it seems far

I still don't know where I'm going
What my story reveals
But I already know where I come from
No arrival without departure

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