My dear parents, I am leaving

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Inspiration, Michel Sardou, Louane

I Fly

My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You will no longer have a child tonight
I'm not running away, I'm flying
Understand well, I'm flying
Without smoke, without alcohol
I fly, I fly

It's Thursday
It's 5:05am
I've packed a small suitcase
And I softly cross the sleeping apartment
I open the front door, holding my breath
And I walk on tiptoe
As on the nights when I would come back after midnight
So as not to wake them up

Yesterday at the table
I did believe my mother suspected something
She asked me if I was sick
Why was I so pale
I said that I was very well
Quite alright
I think she pretended to believe me
And my father smiled

Passing by his car
I felt a strange shock
I thought it would be harder and more exhilarating
A bit like an adventure
Less heartbreaking

Oh, most of all, don't turn around
Move away a little more
There is the station, and after the 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 guess that I'm crying

Oh, above all, don't turn around
Either with your eyes or your head
Don't look back
Just see what I promised myself
And why, and where, and how

It's ten to seven
I fell asleep again in this train
Which is moving away a little more
Oh, most of all, no more turning around
Never

My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You will no longer have a child tonight
I'm not running away, I'm flying
Understand well, I'm flying
Without smoke, without alcohol
I fly, I fly

I'm not running away, I'm flying

I'm not running away, I'm flying
Understand well, I'm flying

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