Who knows what I'll do, if I'll be fury or patience
Fear or hope, I'll have misty eyes
I am an animal used to fight
And I never cried the thousand times
In which I've been hit and humiliated, in which I felt
Who knows what I'll do when the future begins
I'll be a little bit dead, I'll have clear thoughts
To scream to myself that it's real, it's not a fantasy
I dreamed of leaving behind
A scream, a song, a word, a flag or a child
And I won't feel ashamed of laughing, of anything
Of also being the clown, I who never did it
Of caressing your face, say 'Thank you' with a smile
And if you'd like me saying you look like me
Who knows what I'll do when I have between my fingers
The amazing life, trust in men
I won't ask if you remember passions and reasons
I who lived of memories of songs
I won't ask if you remember battles and illusions, but tomorrow
And I won't be ashamed of crying, of anything
Of fantasizing about what will be of him
Of holding your hands, of resting your head over my chest
And if you'd like me saying you only look like yourself
I already know what I'll tell him when he is able to listen me
When he is able to understand me: you should be a man
That walks on the world and that wants to grow old
And laugh at the Sun, scream along the wind
And believe in the day you'll know what to tell your son