Michel Sardou Last Flight (Je Vole)

My dear parents good bye

I do love you but I

Have to give it a try a try

Oh my thinking is sold

After I've been around

I should be homeward bound

Homeward bound

 

It's Thursday five o'clock in the morning

And I've packed a little bag

I'm tiptoing through the appartment

And holding my breath like the nights

When I came after midnight

So that mother wouldn't wake up

 

Last evening at dinner

I thought for a moment

That she's expected something

She said I looked pale

She wanted to know if I felt all right

I told her that I was fine but just fine

I think she made believe that she believed me

And father had just smiled

 

It's strange I thought that

Living home will be tougher

More overwhelming

Like a big adventure

But less hearttearing

Oh but I mustn't go back

 

Get a little bit farther

There is a railroad station

And after the train

The boat

The Atlantic Ocean

And after the Atlantic Ocean

 

I feel strange

Like if I had a cage around my chest

It nearest stops my breathing

I wonder if my folks

In a little while will know that I'm crying

No I mustn't go back

Or even turn my head around

I must only see why I told myself

I should see

And why and why

And how

 

It's five to seven now

I'm falling asleep in the train

That staying it is a boat away

A little bit further

A little bit more

And I won't be back

I dare not be back

 

My dear parents good bye

I do love you but I

Have to give it a try a try

Oh my thinking is sold

After I've been around

I should be homeward bound

Homeward bound.