Quatre vies [English translation]

It's the house where I grew up

Where we lived together

It's a season a Wednesday

Toys in the room

On the wall in the back we trace a line

Every month of September

Both our first names measured up

Then yanked the tongue

I will count to ten

I am the child and the son

I was six years old

My first life

It's your homes and so it is

We don't live together anymore

We shut up before the yells

I lock myself up in the room

The volume cranked high I draw a line

And my heart to crack

When your two names was splitting up

I was holding my tongue

I will count to ten

The teenager and the son

I was sixteen years old

My second life

It's your home after midnight

I believe that we look alike

We like each other and it's enough

I follow you in the bedroom

But I know deep down that nothing is real

That we mustn't wait anything

It's a first name to whisper

To put on the tongue

I will count to ten

I am the adult and the son

At twenty six years old

My third life

It's my home a few friends

Happiness it seems

An horizon that brightens up

A love in my bedroom

I've got new lines there on the forehead

Every month of September

And a first name that will be missing

On the tip of my tongue

I will count to ten

The men will always be the son

In a little while

My new life

• Artist:Emmanuel Moire
• Album:Le chemin