It's my birthday, I'm 19 yo
No more hair, but all my teeth
And when I'm looking in the future
There is a kind of blur in time
Soon the doctor will come by
To give me my results
And then I'll know whether yes or no
I have chances of recovering
My birthday's candles
Might just be my last ones
But I'm not even restless
In myself there's this tranquil force
of the people who are used to seeing Death roam
I've weathered everything
With my head held down
If I'm going back down the hill
It shall be with my head held high
If I'm at the end of the road
Of my life that was much too short
I will still go in peace
Without experiencing any regrets
Because even if I still have this flame1
I have in myself this old soul2
Of those for whom wisdom
Has replaced youthfulness
And that has made me keep hope
In the darkest of times
But that has also softened
The snatched victories
I would have held myself upright like a king
In the face of this trojan horse
Without whining about the pain
And without crying on my misfortune
Whether I survive or whether I die
I an now no longer afraid
I've weathered everything
With my head held down
If I'm going back down the hill
It shall be with my head held high
It's my birthday, I'm 19 yo
No more hair, but all my teeth
I will snuff out the candles
The last ones of my life
The doc confirmed it
The ailment3 has progressed too much
A matter of a few weeks
Maybe only two months
Eyes floating in water 4
In a last spasm
Of angriness and helplessness
One has to accept the evidence
It is not longer the time for tears
I have to lay down my arms
I've weathered everything
With my head held down
Now I'm going back down the hill
And I have my head held high
I have my head held high
I have my head held high
1. The energy of youth2. I don't know if it's common in english, but in french we call "old soul" people who seem composed beyong their age.3. Here, "mal" is used, which means both "ailment", "evil", "bad"4. crying