It's not given to animals
Not to the first fool either
But when it sticks to your skin
Damn, it keeps you warm
To write and bring words to life
On the paper and its white coat
It makes you free as a bird
It frees you from all evils
It frees you from all evils

It's a gift from heaven, a grace
That makes life less disgusting
That assigns you a place
Closer to angels than to anxieties

Poems, songs, pamphlets
Open up more beautiful worlds for you
Always new horizons
That keep you away from the herds
And it only takes a few words
To touch the hearts of the little ones
To soothe the long sobs
When your life is going down the drain
When your life is going down the drain

It's a gift from heaven, a grace
That makes life less disgusting
That assigns you a place
Closer to angels than to anxieties

The poems of a Léautaud
Those of a Brassens, a Nougaro
The pen of a Victor Hugo
Light up my life like a torch
So glory to these heroes
Who by the magic of a pen
And because they bring words to life
Take my spirit higher
Take my spirit higher

It's a gift from heaven, a grace
That makes life less disgusting
That assigns you a place
Closer to angels than to anxieties
That assigns you a place
Closer to angels than to anxieties

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