A L'École De La Vie

I entered there as a child without knowing it, like everyone else
Behind its walls, I grew up and observed every second
I entered naturally, no one asked for my opinion
I studied its functioning, it's called the school of life
You need to know that everything is learned here, the first joys and angers
And you never really leave this school
At the school of life, there are mandatory subjects
And some courses are optional to train you in your history
Life often starts with the teacher of carefreeness,
He is useful, he inspires you and then he gives you confidence
But right after comes the class of responsibilities,
You discover headaches and the first failed tests
The class of curiosity is an important passage,
By understanding it early enough, I saved a lot of time
Then I promised that I would enroll in the class of promises…
But sometimes I was strong in the class of weakness

At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught,
Everything is heard, we practice, hundreds of subjects,
It's the school of life, I wandered its corridors,
I managed in its dark holes, I'll try to see everything

In the class of big trouble, I got some very good grades,
It's these kinds of results that make you know your true friends
It gave me a head start and a great training
For the class of taking a step back and that of adaptation
I remember the class of hope, I had facilities,
Unless I confuse it with the class of naivety
Then there was a lying course and a truth course;
I followed both curriculums, each with its usefulness
In the class of solitude, I had good potential,
Being satisfied with oneself is an essential asset
But I also like the atmosphere in the chaos class,
I quickly understood that existence is better in the plural
It's in the class of humanity that I had two very good teachers,
We had practical work every day, me and my sister
I hope that little by little, I have learned their lessons well
And that in the school of another life, I will pass them on in my own way

At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught,
Everything is heard, we practice, hundreds of subjects,
It's the school of life, I wandered its corridors,
I managed in its dark holes, I'll try to see everything

In the class of love story, I was at the back of the class for a long time,
Back against the radiator, I really thought I found my place,
But in the middle of recess, when I wasn't expecting anything,
I received my most beautiful lesson and the teacher gave me a very good grade
In the class of freedom, there were many students in a trance,
The class of equality was paid, bravo France
For fraternity, there was no official class,
There were only evening classes, far from institutional paths
So we bleed, we heal,
We inquire, we realize
The good moves and the mistakes
We soil, we divide
To understand existence a little faster or a little better,
I chose the childhood class in the city, I even took the suburban option
But in the happiness class, the teacher was often sick,
We managed on our own, we deciphered his charades
Self-taught in feelings, there will be no desire without spice
In my cement notebooks, I learn life by rhyming

At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught,
Everything is heard, we practice, hundreds of subjects,
It's the school of life, I wandered its corridors,
I managed in its dark holes, I'll try to see everything