Écrire quand même [English translation]

Talking about the world

And its boundaries

I know all that stuff well

It makes you feel proud of yourself

But as for me, friend

Son, brother

I don't feel like talking about war,

Or some love story

Or some anecdote that would make me feel good

Or about a mystery in a smile

So where does this desire to write come from?

No, no, no, no

I don't have the slightest theme

No, no, no, no

Having no problems is my problem

Maybe the fact that I want the whole world to love me

Is what's making me want to write anyway

Ooooh oooooh oooooooh

No rules, no details

No muse that's bothering me

Not a tear or a burst of laughter

So where does this desire to write come from?

No, no, no, no

I don't have the slightest theme

No, no, no, no

Having no problems is my problem

Maybe the fact that I want the whole world to love me

Is what's making me want to write anyway

Is what's making me want to write anyway

Ooooh oooooh oooooooh

Ooooh oooooh oooooooh

Ooooh oooooh oooooooh

Could this be the theme of my song

That will write itself on the horizon?

If everything's turning round in my head

There's no reason

No reason, no reason at all

For me not to write a song

Ooooooh ooooh oooooooh ooooooh ooooh oooooooh

Ooooooh ooooh oooooooh

• Artist:Mickaël Miro
• Album:Juste comme ça (2011)