“Humans were created, so they say
live in a herd, like sheep.
i live alone
And not soon
I will walk the straight path.
I am a weed.
Good people, good people
I am not pressed
And for strangers I am not picked up.
I am a weed,
Good people, good people.
I grow wild in unfair gardens
And I wonder why it bothers them
May I live a little
And I wonder why it bothers them
May I live a little.
“.
George Brassens
Gabriel