Notre-Dame des oiseaux [English translation]

As a tiny duckling, I waited for the feather

Which would make sure that my name be in the tribunes

Ducks, newspapers, sellers of mist

Feet in the pond, I tried my best

One day I was fed up, I had to run off

Far from all these birds who looked like each other

Under my yellow plumage, I built myself

A colourful heart, and the storm

And the storm picked up, and so did I

I deployed my wings, my beautiful

I flew over a world where we love one another

And so did I

I deployed my wings, my beautiful

I flew over a world where we love one another

One webbed foot after the other, I climbed up the dunes

The hills and all the rest, I did the hardest part

In the middle of vultures, baddies, and bastards

In the middle of bitter people who break dreams

Slowly I came to understand that the wind picks up

Never by itself, no never, only when we call on it

Under my yellow plumage, I built myself

A colourful heart, and the storm

And the storm picked up, and so did I

I deployed my wings, my beautiful

I flew over a world where we love one another

And so did I

I deployed my wings, my beautiful

I flew over a world where we love one another

And you too, when you deploy your wings, my beautiful

We will fly over this world where we love one another

Where we love one another

At the end of the road, well I’ll be old

Far from all my sorrows, far from jealous people

I will remember and then, again,

I will fly away

• Artist:Vianney
• Album:Idées blanches