In the classroom no one whispers
Just the piece of chalk on the piece of wall
I was better at home than in those history books
And the voice inside tells me "everything is fine..."
In the top rows, we combine the future
And I learn geography on car plates
I did well to sit next to the windows
And the voice inside said to me “everything is fine, your mind is elsewhere”
Until this crazy come and scream through the speakers
Dreamer, what did I just say?
I was somewhere else, elsewhere
I admit that I was elsewhere
Elsewhere
Clean the mud in the holes of the “khaki” jackets
Avoid the blows and bullets at the end of the guns
My hands are frozen in the immense courtyard
And the voice inside tells me “everything is fine”
But there is someone calling between the turrets of the tanks
There is the finger aiming at a head taken at random
I slept better at home than on these bundles of sand
And the voice inside said to me “everything is fine, your head is elsewhere”
Until This crazy guy is screaming through the speakers
What did I just say? (bis)
I was elsewhere, I was elsewhere
I admit that I was elsewhere... elsewhere...
Even today I I have eyes that travel
But no one bothers me, they say “he’s looking for images”
“And how do you expect him to manage to write
If you make all this noise around?
all this noise around... »

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