Kid (Réécriture)

You will be kind, my daughter
I don't want to see any upset look
On your pretty face
You should thank
All those who fought so that you
Can make your choices and excel

You will be obedient, my daughter
I don't want to see any sign of fatigue
No dark circles or gestures
That mean, and God knows
You have to be a mother and be able to cope
Work, maintain the household

You will be pretty, my daughter
Your silhouette, its thinness, the aesthetics
The imposed figures
The dictates, the verdict
You have to be beautiful to be loved
Even when the looks will be lustful

You will be skillful, my daughter
To make your mark
Of Athena or Venus
Be both or even more
You would like to get by
Without suffering from being a woman today
But don't count on it

In the end, you
Have no choice

You will be kind, my daughter
I want to see your rosy complexion
Darken with Rimmel when he leaves
And doesn't dare tell you
That love has faded for good
And that he deceives you without admitting his reasons

You will be obedient, my daughter
You will almost go as far as playing
For a place, for a role
A game already rigged
If you run the risk
You can always throw, overwhelm your keyboard

You will be pretty, my daughter
Photoshop, abundant networks
Because everything must shine
In your perfect world
Selfies, duckfaces
In all directions
In this crazy race for likes
Where is the place for the real

You will be skillful, my daughter
Well aware of living in a world
Disordered, delirious
That gnaws at you and annoys you
Without knowing where to put yourself
Whether to speak or remain silent
You will live as the masses dictate
But

In the end, you
Have no choice

And me and me
Who is one of these girls
Tell me, tell me
What place do I have today
What is it, what is it
The right compromise
To avoid the traps
And succeed in my life