Last flight
Je vole (anglais)




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 apartment
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

Michel Sardou