Ton Héritage
Benjamin Biolay
Your Heritage
If you love rainy evenings
My child, my child
The alleys of Italy
And the steps of passersby
Eternal litany
Of dead leaves in the wind
That let out a final cry
Cry, my child
If you love clearings
My child, my child
Taking a midnight swim
In the great ocean
If you love the bad life
Your reflection in the pond
If you want your friends
Near you all the time
If you pray when night falls
My child, my child
If you don't adorn the graves
My dears, the absent ones
If you fear the bomb
And the sky too vast
If you talk to your shadow
From time to time
If you love low tide
My child, my child
The sun on the terrace
And the moon under the wind
If your trail is often lost
As soon as spring arrives
If life overwhelms you
Pass, my child
It's not your fault
It's Your heritage
And it will be even worse
When you reach my age
It's not your fault
It's your flesh, your blood
You'll have to deal with it
Or rather without
If you forget names
Addresses and ages
But almost never the sound
Of a voice, a face
If you love what is good
If you see mirages
If you prefer Paris
When the storm comes
If you love bitter tastes
And all-white winters
If you love the last drinks
And troubling mysteries
If you love feeling the earth
And the volcano erupting
If you fear the void
Empty, my child
It's not your fault
It's Your heritage
And it will be even worse
When you reach my age
It's not your fault
It's your flesh, your blood
You'll have to deal with it
Or rather without
If you like leaving before
My child, my child
Before the other wakes up
Before they leave you hanging
If you fear sleep
And the sky too vast
If you love the crimson autumn
Wonder, blood red
If you fear the crowd
But tolerate people
If your ideals crumble
On the evening of your 20th birthday
And if everything unfolds
Never as in your plans
If you're just a rolling stone
Roll, my child
It's not your fault
It's Your heritage
And it will be even worse
When you reach my age
It's not your fault
It's your flesh, your blood
You'll have to deal with it
Or rather without
My child...My child...
