Je Vole

My dear parents, I am leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You won't have any more children tonight
I don't run away, I fly
Understand well, I fly
No smoking, no alcohol
I fly, I fly

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

I thought my mother suspected something
She asked me if I was sick
Why was I so pale?
I said I was very good
Absolutely clear, I think she pretended to believe me
And my father smiled

Passing by his car
I felt like a funny blow
I thought it would be harder and more exhilarating
A bit like an adventure, but less heartbreaking
Oh, especially don't turn around, move away a little further
There is the station
And after the station there is the Atlantic
And after the Atlantic

It's weird this kind of cage that blocks my chest
It almost makes it hard for me to breathe
I wonder if just now
My parents will suspect I'm crying
Oh, above all, don't turn around, neither your eyes nor your head
Don't look back
Just see what I promised myself
And why and where and how
It's 5 minutes to 7. I fell asleep again on this train
Who moves away a little further
Oh, above all, never look back again

My dear parents, I am leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You won't have any more children tonight
I don't run away, I fly
Understand well, I fly
Smoke-free, alcohol-free
I fly, I fly