When life breaks us a little by tracing its wounds When the sky becomes less blue, when everything seems less certain When we make fun of you, when you hear them laugh You are alone and you are cold, you are drifting One day you flew away to forge your destiny But you want to stop at the turn of the road Because of a few people who make you go astray Who only want good for you and put doubt in you They spend their time talking about what you hope That you stop dreaming, that you have better things to do But if they make fun of it, it's because it bothers them If they are cruel to you, it's the desire that bothers them And they spit on you, they have nothing else to do Wouldn't they have received the grace and the mystery? There is something in you that heaven has given you It's their game that you would do if you gave up Un beau jour ne *** plus rien et sèche un peu tes rames Tu ravales ton chagrin et tu t'en fais une arme Regarde les trépignés dans leurs petits souliers Et laisse-les bien s'agiter, et laisse-les bien s'énerver Et laisse-les bien critiquer, le temps va les saigner Le temps va les saigner