La langue de Prévert [English translation]

You were the kind of high school student

A little lost and in your corner

Always sitting at the back of the classroom

Not very comfortable with yourself

Sure one's looking for oneself at that age

But youth is made for that

You took refuge in the songs

For the escape for the thrills

And then one day you discovered

The strength of Prévert's tongue

You immersed yourself in studies

To appease worries

From those who pay you rent

Like a ball to send back

Soon adolescence passed by

Always in the backpack, sciences

But your passion is writing

Spidery writing and erasures

And secretly you write your verses

Of course in Prévert's tongue

You could have languished in the office

Unwell in your clothes, unwell in your skin 1

Never to have dared

To slam the door without turning back

One day you were able to seize your chance

With the right dose of devil-may-care

Not to finish embittered and old

Tonnes of regret in the eyes

Between tenderness and anger

You sing in Prévert's tongue

And today it's your job

All planets are aligned

When you think back to the schoolboy

You would not have bet your destiny

But as your thing is music

And not their damn statistics

Whatever the sound of the moment

You walk quietly beside

And you feel free as the air

Always in Prévert's tongue

And you feel free as the air

Always in Prévert's tongue

1. In french both mean "uncomfortable with yourself"