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The world you're going to, my boy
I don't know him and I'm afraid of him.
I was raised
With post-war ideas
Your grandparents were certain
That their children would do better than them
Like streams make rivers
Today, it's the road in reverse.
The world you are going to
My boy, I'm getting lost in this.
I'm leaving you my songs
My hat, my books, and my prayers
And a pretty house
Where I loved your mother
I hated school
Who returned it to me in good faith
But I did the job
That I've always wanted
I don't believe that a diploma
It would have been necessary for me
The world you are going to
My boy, I'm getting lost in this.
Try to be an ideal man
At your own risk.
Hitch your chariot to a star
Embark on pointless dreams
At least try to have a project
The world you're going to, I hate it.
Okay, bye, I'm going to sleep.
I have a somewhat bitter fatigue
I feel like a Martian
A ghost from a distant past
The world you're going to, my boy
I don't know him and I'm afraid of him.
I was raised
With post-war ideas
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