Petit bonhomme
Mo'kalamity
Little man
Little man, trace your path, go further
But above all, don't forget to stop along the way
To explore all this diversity
That makes the richness of our humanity
The grip tightens, you lack air
You realize there is discomfort in the atmosphere
This world has armored itself with a shield you don't want to protect yourself with
At the risk of losing your identity and blending into the mold of a well-programmed society
Like the paper-cutting thread, causing too much harm to our integrity
Little man, trace your path, go further
But above all, don't forget to stop along the way
To explore all this diversity
That makes the richness of our humanity
The grip tightens, suffocated, you choke
You can't breathe anymore
Always more, always more, that's the motto of a world that divides
On fictitious grounds, individualism is at its peak
At the expense of true feelings, false appearances settle in
Enchanted by appearance and money
Little man, trace your path, go further
But above all, don't forget to stop along the way
To explore all this diversity
That makes the richness of our humanity
