Is 7 o'clock late or early
I don't know anymore but that's all the time
I already made three breakfasts before my day starts
Is it late or early? It's late
I don't know anymore but it's been ten years that I wake up every night
And that I question the silence
Apparently I'm wearing myself out at the speed of a race car
Apparently I get wrinkle like in the sun but naked
The moments when I enjoy
myself are rare
But solid, and I filled my void
With tons de missions, with tons do projects
Tons of reasons, with tons of ideas
And your question but it's the result
Tons of projects, tons of missions
With tons of ideas, and your question is just the result
There are more occasions when I say I have to than those when I tell myself I want to
There are more occasions and I don't have the choice
Than the occasions when I tell myself that I can't
So much times or being me
I don't know anymore actually what this is
But I twisted too much who I am
To being what I would like to be
Now I know
Changing is waste of time
At my age
Welcome 40s
The bumpy loves, the talents that we lend to each other
The remaining scars, the addictions that we stop
The career, the kids, the projects that we master
Forty years I wait for you, I'm not afraid of your crisis
I'm not afraid of your crisis
I changed age group, bye now 20s and 30s
I'm in the age group of 40s and 50s
No more thirty-year-olds, I don't know why
You see this age and what comes out of me
No great thing
Besides that I go to the club less, I don't feel good when I go
There are young people's expressions that I would not quiet get
My best nights, it's usually when I work hard
And my best friends now, I think, are my two kid
Now I know
Changing is waste of time
At my age
Welcome 40s
The bumpy loves, the talents that we lend to each other
The remaining scars, the addictions that we stop
The career, the kids, the projects that we master
Forty years I wait for you, I'm not afraid of your crisis
I'm not afraid of your crisis
The bumpy loves, the talents that we lend to each other