This nest of canaries
At the edge of my bed
Asleep under their feathers as if buried
Being the first thing
They have ever seen
Their father, in a way, I became
I called them all Michel Platini
It's good to have plenty of them to take on the road
They were giving magnitude
With each of my gestures
And came to rest on me when I collapsed
Transform me into Michel Platini
Transform me into Mi as long as he is still early
Turn me into Michel Platini
Turn me into Mi while it's still early
I've fallen from a height
I'm I spat blood
I fell from a height and I didn't understand anything
Or maybe a little too much
Turn me into Michel Platini
Turn me to E while it's still early
Transform me into Michel Platini
Transform me to E while it's still early
Help, friends of Michel Platini
Here's joy
Melancholy gone
Go!
Fly!
Go!
Fly!
Transform me into Michel Platini
Transform me into Mi while it's still early
To the epic joy
To hit the road
With a whole team
By Michel Platini

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