Last Flight (Je Vole)

(Pierre Billon/Michel Sardou)



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.