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I took it from my room to college
An old song written in alexandrine verse
I was daydreaming, following its arpeggios.
To the enchanting words of a man named Vidalin
At home, I experienced so many things
Who painted my childhood half grey, half pink
I imitated my parents, my idols.
Playing with the accent of Pagnol's heroes
And then I sang, I put makeup on my heart
I put makeup on my body, I veiled so many things
I sang to live in the shadow of giants
Who tremble while waiting for the curtain to rise
To enter their dream
Will I speak of my childhood loves?
In a box, high up in a certain Olympia?
They were models or dancers
And they always thought of me as a spoiled rich kid
In 100 years, when I'm very old
I will have memories made of a thousand songs
And at the curtain, at my final farewell
In my son's ear, they will tell, in my name, why I sang.
