Hello there, I'm Henri
I wanted to succeed well in my life, being loved
Being handsome win money
And mostly be intelligent
But for all that, I need to work full-time
I am a singer, I sing for my friends
I want to make hits and that it works well, works well
I want to write a song in the Wind
A gay style, fancy and trainable
To make people dance in the nightouts of Mister Durand
And everywhere in the street
I want to be talked about
That girls be naked
That would throw themselves on me
That would admire me, that would kill me
That would rip off my virtue
For the school's acquaintances
Becoming an idol
I want all the nights
Out of breath in their bed
Cheating on their husbands
In their damned dreams
After that I would host award ceremonies
My public would prostrate in front of me
Concerts of one hundred thousand peoples
Where even all Paris would care
And would wake up to extend the fight
And everywhere in the street
I want to be talked about
That girls be naked
That would throw themselves on me
That would admire me, that would kill me
That would rip off my virtue
And when I would have enough
To remain their idol
I will go on the scene
Just like in the crazy years
I will cry my eyes
I will make my goodbyes
And the next year
I will restart
And the next year
I would restart
I would prostitute myself
For prosperity
The school's news
Will say that I'm a dick
That my eyes stinks alchohol
That I did well to end
Will burn my halo
Will dirty my past
So I will be old
And I would die
I will search for a God
To beg for all my forgiveness
I want to die unhappily
To regret nothing
I want to die unhappily