Ceux Qui N'Ont Rien

When you've left your youth
Behind the bars of a prison
Because you had some tenderness
For a car or a jacket

When you've let your chance slip by
Or it didn't recognize you
You find yourself in a state of emergency
At the lost and found office

Me who knows the gray
Of the colors of the night

Let me sing
For those who have nothing
Let me believe
That there's always someone
Who's trying to give
Something good
Who's trying to cut
The cards of destiny

When you've watched your life go by
With the feeling of being at fault
You don't wonder if you want
To be someone else

When you've watched all those shop windows
With your hands behind your back
Even if tomorrow you're James Dean
You'll feel like a zero

Me who knows the blue
Of unhappy mornings

Let me sing
For those who have nothing
Let me believe
That there's always someone
Who's trying to give
Something good
Who's trying to cut
The cards of destiny
Let me sing