Si Je N'ai Rien de Toi

To have her star on Hollywood Boulevard
Her name in golden letters
To make the world dream to the sound of guitars
To the sound of chords
To sing as long as God still gives me time
Before paradise
And to see my kingdom shine in the sky
All the way to Australia
But that's not enough
That's not enough
If I have nothing of you
If I no longer hear your voice
I become the child again
Abandoned, dying
In his room at the end of the hallway
If I have nothing of you
If I no longer feel your arms
I become a peasant again
Beggar and stray dog
Heart in tatters on the sidewalk
Screaming his fear in the dark
If I have nothing of you
What's the point of being me
Being me
To preserve one's soul until disobeying
And faithful to oneself
Decide to live guided by desire
Without regrets or hatred
To climb on stages with the body in full light
And carried by the screams
To rise from the ground until leaving the earth
Like the last Messiah
But that's not enough
If I have nothing of you
If I no longer hear your voice
I become the child again
Abandoned, dying
In his room at the end of the hallway
If I have nothing of you
If I no longer feel your arms
I become a peasant again
Beggar and stray dog
Heart in tatters on the sidewalk
If I have nothing of you
If I no longer hear your voice
I become the child again
Abandoned, dying
In his room at the end of the hallway
If I have nothing of you
I become the living dead
Ghost and transparent
Condemned to the flames of hell
Screaming under misery
If I have nothing of you
What's the point of being me
Yes, being me