Dear parents, I leave
I love you, but I leave
You won't have children anymore, tonight
I'm not fleeing, I fly
Understand well, I fly
Without any smoke, without any alcohol I fly, I fly
It's thursday, it's 5:05 A.M,
I've ended up to prepare a little suitcase
And I walk slowly into the sleepy flat
I open the main door, holding on my breath,
And I walk on tiptoes
Like the evenings where I came back after midnight
In order that they do not wake up
Yesterday night, at the table,
I really thought my mother was suspecting something
She asked me if I was sick
Why I was so pale,
I said I was fine,
It's really clear, I think she has pretended to believe me
And my father has smiled.
Passing next to the car,
I felt something strange,
I thought it would be harder and more exhilarating
Like some kind of adventure, but less heart-breaking,
Oh, above all don't turn back, get away a little more
There is the station,
And after the station, there is the Atlantic Ocean,
And after the Atlantic Ocean...
It's kinda strange this sort of cage which blocks my chest
It almost prevents me to breathe
I'm wondering if, later on
My parents will think that I'm crying
Oh, above all don't turn back, don't turn eyes or head,
Don't look back,
Only see what I promise myself,
And why, and where, and how...
It's 6:55 A.M, and I went back to sleep in that train
Which goes away more and more
Oh, above all, never turn back... never !
Dear parents, I leave
I love you, but I leave
You won't have children anymore, tonight
I'm not fleeing, I fly
Understand well, I fly
Without any smoke, without any alcohol I fly, I fly