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Harpooned by life and planted on targets
Today's boy clings to his faith
In his pocket a knife, in his hand a Bible
His passion to exist takes the form of an attack
Come on
When he grits his teeth, it's not hatred, no, no, no
When he clenches his fists, it's to think he's strong
His round table contains only one problem
His passion to exist in life, in death
Your passion for living
Is there waiting for you
Like a big free sky
Lots of kites
Go, little man
Because it's your time
God forgive you
And get inside
Get in, get in
Come on
Sodden by the rain, tanned by the light
It will one day be a beautiful image of Epinal
And his songs lived, half swearing, half prayers
Will make the girls dance later at the balls
Your passion for living
Is there waiting for you
Like a big free sky
Lots of kites
Go little man
Because it's your time
God forgive you
And get inside
Get in, get in
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