Often agreeing with the others
Not connecting much with herself
She wanted people to love her
Often changing and rerouting
The great angers under tenderness
Always too much to do
A little lonely without swearing too much to
The desire to send everything flying
The girl of the previous me
That was just the outlines,
The early stages,
The woman now
Finishes the tricks
It will have taken me thirty years
Often in the shadow of a sun
To mope around, eyes towards the sky,
Hiding her sensitive soul
The young girl, always faithful
Rather docile but not weak
Small pieces of idyll
A little lonely without swearing too much to
The desire to send everything flying
The girl of the previous me
That was just the outlines,
The early stages,
The woman now
Finishes the tricks
It will have taken me thirty years
Reviewing all the turns
Knowing to say "no, it's not, that's all"
Accepting to wrong the crazy people
Repeating "no" again
No...
The girl of the previous me
That was just the outlines,
The early stages,
The woman now
Finishes the tricks
It will have taken me thirty years
To kill the girl of the previous me