Je Vole

My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You won't have children anymore, tonight
I'm not running away, I'm flying
Understand well, I'm flying
Without smoking, without alcohol
I fly, I fly

It's Thursday, it's 5:05
I packed a small suitcase
And I quietly walk through the sleeping apartment
I open the front door holding my breath
And I walk on tiptoe
Like the nights when I came home after midnight
So they wouldn't wake up
Last night at the table

I really thought my mother suspected something
She asked me if I was sick
Why I was so pale
I said I was fine
Quite clear, I think she pretended to believe me
And my father smiled

Passing by his car
I felt a strange blow
I thought it would be harder and more thrilling
A bit like an adventure, but less heartbreaking
Oh, especially not to look back, to move away a little more
There is the train station
And after the train station there is the Atlantic
And after the Atlantic

It's strange, this kind of cage that blocks my chest
It almost prevents me from breathing
I wonder if in a while
My parents will realize that I'm crying
Oh especially not to look back, neither the eyes nor the head
Not to look behind
Just to see what I promised myself
And why and where and how
It's 6:55 I fell asleep on this train
That moves a little further away
Oh especially never look back

My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You won't have children anymore tonight
I'm not running away, I'm flying
Understand well, I'm flying
Without smoke, without alcohol
I fly, I fly