Il Jouait Du Piano Debout
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He Played Piano Standing Up
Don't tell me this boy was crazy
He just didn't live like the others, that's all
And for what strange reasons
People who aren't like us
It bothers us
Don't tell me this boy was worthless
He had chosen a different path
And for what strange reasons
People who think differently
It bothers us
It bothers us
He played piano standing up
It might be a detail for you
But for me, it means a lot
It means he was free
Happy to be there despite everything
He played piano standing up
When the cowards are on their knees
And the soldiers at attention
Simply on his two feet
He wanted to be himself, you understand
Only for music, he was a patriot
He would have died on the battlefield for a few notes
And for what strange reasons
People who hold onto their dreams
It bothers us
Him and his piano, they cried sometimes
But when others weren't around
And for what strange reasons
His image has marked my memory
My memory
He played piano standing up
It might be a detail for you
But for me, it means a lot
It means he was free
Happy to be there despite everything
He played piano standing up
He sang to crazy rhythms
And for me, it means a lot
It means try to live
Try to be happy, it's worth it
