J'veux du soleil

I remained just a child
Who grew up too fast
In a world of super plastic
I want to find... Mom!
That she tells me stories
Of Jane and Tarzan
Of princesses and kites
I want sun in my memory.

I want sun
I want sun
I want sun
I want sun

I want to cross oceans
And become Monte-Christo
In the moonlight
Escape from the citadel
I want to become king of the swamps
Get out of my cage
A Santa Claus for Cinderella
Without a glass slipper...

I want to make Mom dance
To the clear sound of crickets
I want to find my childhood smile
Lost in the whirlwind
In the whirlwind of life
That makes us forget
That we remained kids
Deep in our shelters.