When you've left a bit of your youth
Behind the bars of a prison
Because you had some fondness
For a car or a blouson
When you've let your chance pass by
Or that it didn't recognize you
You find yourself in a great urgency
At the lost things office
Me , who know the grey
Of the night colors
Let me sing
For those who have nothing
Let me think
That there's always someone
Who tries to give
Something good
Who tries to cut
The cards of destiny
When you've watched your life pass by
With the feeling to be guilty
You don't wonder if you feel like
Wanting to be someone else
When you've watched all these windows
With your hands behind your back
Even if tomorrow you become James Dean
You'll feel you are a zero
Me , who know the blue
Of the sad mornings
Let me sing
For those who have nothing
Let me think
That there's always someone
Who tries to give
Something good
Who tries to cut
The cards of destiny
Let me sing