[Chorus]
I'm always looking for the thrill on my skin
My eyes that are closing
And my voice going off with my brain
Adrenaline and its palpitations
The danger is naive, he's coming at full speed
I seek fear because I'm afraid to live
An excess of inaction
But yet, and yet, I can't stand anymore the view of blood
Too often, too often I regret

[Verse 1]
Me, the child of the desert who wanted to make proud his father
It's with a smile and tears of joy
That I was announcing to him that his son had become a soldier
He took me in his arms
For the first time my mother was crying too
Her eyes scratched by the cold of the room
Were moved to see the man she loved like this
She was scared, without wanna upset me
She kept repeating
That wanting to serve your country was just bullshit

[Chorus]
I'm always looking for the thrill on my skin
My eyes that are closing
And my voice going off with my brain
Adrenaline and its palpitations
The danger is naive, he's coming at full speed
I seek fear because I'm afraid to live
An excess of inaction
But yet, and yet, I can't stand anymore the view of blood
Too often, too often I regret
[Verse 2]
6 AM, I made my bed as fast as possible
I'm hallucinating, no time to eat that I' m already running in the forest
A bag of I don't know how many pounds on the back
All I can think about is deserting
I can't take it anymore, I feel guilty for not listening to me
I'd like to play guitar
Peaceful at home, but no, I'm here
I just got out of a month in jail
Because I lost my gun one night on guard duty
Sad, completely depressed, I gave myself over to my father
With the hope that he spare me, but no

[Chorus]
I'm always looking for the thrill on my skin
My eyes that are closing
And my voice going off with my brain
Adrenaline and its palpitations
The danger is naive, he's coming at full speed
I seek fear because I'm afraid to live
An excess of inaction
But yet, and yet, I can't stand anymore the view of blood
Too often, too often I regret

[Verse 3]
Since then, I call my mother from Mali
Who admits to me, with a dry throat, that she follows the news
When usually, my parents don't care
But anyway, they're checking up on me
Rather brief news
Cause she doesn't know everything that's going through my head
Although I think she suspects it
You know, the maternal instinct
This morning in Tombouctou, city of the Niger River
The rebels have fired hundreds and hundreds of bullets
I was scared, then for a while I went somewhere else
My ear was whistling after a grenade blew up
While I was escorting a small family to their home
The aunt was shot in the lower back
She won't work any more, I feel hatred, I feel the need to go home
To read Sylvain Tesson's travels
Walking through the bars of Orleans and finding my home
Near the Loire, every evening, without exception
Finding my home, near the Loire
Every evening, without exception
[Chorus]
I'm always looking for the thrill on my skin
My eyes that are closing
And my voice going off with my brain
Adrenaline and its palpitations
The danger is naive, he's coming at full speed
I seek fear because I'm afraid to live
An excess of inaction
But yet, and yet, I can't stand anymore the view of blood
Too often, too often I regret