Michel Sardou "Last Flight (Je Vole)" |
My dear parents good bye, I do love you but I have to give it a try a try Oh my thinking is sold, after I've been around I should be homeward bound, homeward bound It's Thursday five o'clock in the morning and I've packed a little bag I'm tiptoing through the apartment and holding my breath like the nights When I came after midnight, so that mother wouldn't wake up Last evening at dinner, I thought for a moment That she's expected something, she said I looked pale She wanted to know if I felt all right, I told her that I was fine but just fine I think she made believe that she believed me and father had just smiled It's strange I thought that, living home will be tougher More overwhelming, like a big adventure But less hearttearing oh but I mustn't go back Get a little bit farther, there is a railroad station and after the train, the boat The Atlantic ocean, and after the Atlantic ocean... I feel strange like if I had a cage around my chest It nearest stops my breathing I wonder if my folks in a little while will know that I'm crying No I mustn't go back Or even turn my head around, I must only see why I told myself I should see and why and why ? And how ? It's five to seven now I'm falling asleep in the train that staying it is a boat away A little bit further, a little bit more And I won't be back, I dare not be back My dear parents good bye, I do love you but I have to give it a try a try Oh my thinking is sold after I've been around I should be homeward bound, homeward bound. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |