Sur Un Coup de Tête
Maëlle
On a Whim
I had a drink of Apollinaire
At the back of the lecture hall the day before yesterday
A double calligram without ice
A cocktail of fading fear
On my slate, the chalk gets angry
It scratches my life in cheat sheet
A drop of white on my wandering
I stick the page of my childhood
I dare, I dare
On a whim
A mouthful of joy
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
On a whim
A mouthful of dread
I flee, I avoid the intoxication of the forbidden
I dare again
I dare louder
I start the chapter of audacity
I then leave the noise of the classes (I then leave the noise of the classes)
In the vapors of my guitar
I move away from the rhymes of the mirror
I flee the agreement of the times
I stroll on my notebook (I stroll on my notebook)
I will not hesitate for a moment
To breathe the stifling air
I dare, I dare
On a whim
A mouthful of joy
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
On a whim
A mouthful of dread
I flee, I avoid the intoxication of the undecided
I dare again
I dare on a whim
A mouthful of joy
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
On a whim
A mouthful of joy
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
On a whim
A mouthful of dread
I flee, I avoid the intoxication of the undecided
I dare again
I dare louder
