Mes Maladroits

I've been told for so long
You'll never find
Men, real men
Who you can trust
Yet I've always known
That between you and me
It would be sweet just like you are
My clumsy ones

Is it because of the tales
Of brutes, little soldiers
That they call you enemies
Of our noble fights?
Yet I've always had
Sweet ones all around me
Just like you are
My clumsy ones

You who draw your weapons
And raise your voices
Then let your guard down
To cry with me
You who make my dramas
Out of: Tomorrow, it'll be fine
Oh, for that I love you
Without shame, my clumsy ones

I love you without shame, my clumsy ones
I love you without shame, my clumsy ones

Of course, I've learned
On your shoulders the weight
Of a story that tells you
"This world is made for you"
I've always lived
As if pushed by your voices
Proud to have you as brothers
My clumsy ones

You who draw your weapons
And raise your voices
Then let your guard down
To cry with me
You who make my dramas
Out of: Tomorrow, it'll be fine
Oh, for that I love you
Without shame, my clumsy ones

I love you without shame, my clumsy ones
I love you without shame, my clumsy ones

It's not always pretty
Your rude words
To which I too
I admit, I sometimes laugh
But now, who would have thought
You say before me
Let's be sweet just like you are
And sometimes clumsy.