L'histoire d'un garçon [English translation]

The petal or the thorn,

The sun or the shade

I don't know which one to choose,

I'm afraid I'd be digging my own grave

The river or the lake,

Slowly, in a rush

This unbearable nervousness,

The buzzer or the bomb

If I am ever one of you,

I won't be an asset

'No'

Is the first word I learned

When I saw that I was a boy

And that my mother was disappointed

And that my hair was not blond

And when I realized

That it was not my real home,

I went unnoticed

Listen to the story of a boy

The fight or the prose,

The caress or the amber

Mama, here are some roses

That can wither away in your room

The crook or the lout,

The chamber music

This unbearable thing

Born from lips or tongues

If I am ever one of you,

I won't be an asset

'No'

Is the first word I learned

When I saw that I was a boy

And that my mother was disappointed

And that my hair was not blond

The whole world cheated on me,

But it doesn't look the part

Those who sold out will be scattered

Listen to the story of a boy,

The story of a boy,

The story of a boy

• Artist:Benjamin Biolay
• Album:À l'origine