Under the wild grass, I grew up.
I am a banal kid, quite pretty.
Little girl dreaming of new horizons,
Here, not so far from all of you.
Sometimes I sigh and I often say to myself,
I would really like to see life on a grand scale !
My hairs crinkled by the wind,
Ripping through the air like a white bird.
Finally feeling your eyes on me.
Behind these walls I know there is the sea
Butterflies, a large open book.
But is there someone somewhere,
For me ?
Under the wild grass, I listen to the rain.
Time is going by ordinarily, I get bored.
Every step, following our hearts,
I want to follow my heart.
I am waiting, I often say to myself,
If I had wings, if I had a friend,
Life would be more beautiful with him.
My hairs crinkled by the wind,
I'll go to look at the big white birds,
I'll feel your eyes on me.
Behind these walls I know there is the sea,
Butterflies, a large open book.
And you over there somewhere,
Waiting.
My hairs crinkled by the wind,
I'll go to look at the big white birds,
I'll feel your eyes on me.
Behind these walls I know there is the sea,
Butterflies, a large open book.
And you over there somewhere,
Waiting.