A pianist from one evening on the floor, a vagabond arrow Improvises a departure that derails the Lion's Gate An occasional pianist whistles his score He makes the suitcases roll, he paints the grey mines Alone in the evening, he dreams of glory He plays the North Guard, the North Guard of the Island We can see it, the days of great departure He plays his arpeggios on foreign sails And up to England, virtuoso of the iron paths This pianist has a life, an office, a boss His name is Jérémy, Pascal or Simon He gets bored, everything is grey, his office, his prison He breaks his desires, falls back into oblivion Alone in the evening, he dreams of glory He plays the North Guard, the North Guard of the Island We can see it, the days of great departure He plays his arpeggios on foreign sails He sees himself in anger, but who has broken his dreams? In the pianist's heart, there was a little boy Who dreamed of music, who played in the living room They say it's cute, but it's just a lesson Fated mathematician, we know the song Alone in the evening, but it's too late He plays the North Guard, the North Guard of the Island We can see it, the days of great departure He plays his childhood on forgotten notes His dreams are crumbled, but he makes us dream But he makes us dream But he makes us dream But he makes us dream But he makes us dream But he makes us dream But he makes us dream