Mon fils

My son
Try to understand me
I don't know how to do it properly
And then it's not easy to say

You must have noticed
For several years now
That she had lost her smile
Although she has kept her beauty
You saw me leave more often
That being there to wake you up

My son
You know, in existence
There are differences
That from now on you must learn

It's never black or white
But of a different gray
Like reflections in ashes
We adored each other, then without understanding
We forget what we promised ourselves
And then one day the child grows up

My son
I speak to you like a man
Because you are a man
And that I am almost finished

Nothing is done by chance
I'm going somewhere
Trying to rebuild my life
I will think of you often
I'll see you from time to time
And I will know that you are growing

My son
Try to understand me
I don't know how to do it properly
And then we never spoke to each other

I'm trying to explain to you
That anything can happen
That nothing human is eternal
Even when feelings get involved
And you will learn that too
When your son grows up