Famille

And break the silence
When I think of you
I'm far from your hands
Far from you, far from yours
But all that doesn't matter
I don't know your house
Nor your city, nor your name
Poor, rich, bastard
White, all black or weird
I recognize your gaze
And you're looking for an image
And you're looking for a place
Where I drift sometimes

You are from my family
From my order and my rank
The one I've chosen
The one I feel
In this army of ordinary people
You are from my family
Much more than the one of blood
Handfuls of seconds
In this strange world
May it protect you if it hears

You don't know well where you're going
Nor how, nor why
You don't believe in much
Not all gray, not all pink
But what you believe, it's yours
You're on the side of the losers
Consciously, viscerally
And you look down
But you won't fall
As long as we need you
And you take happiness
Like grapes
Little pieces of little nothings

You are from my family
From my order and my rank
The one I've chosen
The one I feel
In this army of ordinary people
You are from my family
Much more than the one of blood
Handfuls of seconds
In this strange world
May it protect you if it hears

You are from my family
From the same rank, from the same wind
You are from my family
Even inhabitants of the same time
You are from my family
Let's cross our lives from time to time