When I grow up, I want to be a circus trainer Make the lions sit down and raise the audience When I grow up, I would like to be at the Marcy So that the police can take selfies with me For now, I enrolled in the theater It's always me who plays the role of the Arab When I grow up, I want to leave where I live Go far away like the astronaut Thomas Pesquet Does he see us on the satellite image? When we make fingers of honor to the city Running for nothing in front of the coffers We went to the right school We don't need to think too much A motocross rodeo Pursued by the Robocop We heard a loud noise He charges, he brakes, then he shoots He charges, he brakes, then he shoots When I grow up, I would like to be a journalist Write in Le Monde or in Mickey Magazine To be able to talk about the drama of the Ricks Which takes place between the break and the canteen Or maybe become an actress Be as famous as they said That way I could take revenge on my enemies Those who told me, we are waiting for you at the exit Three kids and their big rof Waiting for me to sleep in front of the school We don't have time to think A butterfly knife in the pocket A handgun in the bag We heard a loud noise He charges, he brakes, then he shoots He charges, he brakes, then he shoots As there are people who never get old There are children who have never been children When I grow up, I don't want to die too soon Be in the wrong place at the wrong time I didn't choose to live in the street Or to die in the street I didn't choose to live in the street Or to die at the bottom of my building We only grew up among the poor In a warehouse setting I think they should have better distributed us My soul is dead before my body At the bottom, warmly, the taron Tell him that his childhood was cold Ra ta ta ta Taran, taran I carry, I cry, I breathe