Hello the kitcheners,
It was great to listen to your songs lately. As I told
@Sebzzz, I wanted to share my last French cover with you guys

I always appreciate your feedbacks, so thank you in advance for that.
You can listen to it on my SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/mylenenelym/ton-heritage.
The lyrics are in French in the description of the track but I wanted to translate them to you bellow:
Your Legacy
If you love the rainy nights
My child, my child
The streets of Italy
And the steps of passers-by
Eternal litany
Dead leaves in the wind
Giving their last scream
Then scream, my child
If you love the sunny breaks
My child, my child
Taking a midnight swim
In the great ocean
If you love the bad life
Your reflection in the pond
If you want your friends
Close to you all the time
If you pray when the night falls
My child, my child
If you don't bring flowers to the graves
But cherish the absent
If you are scared of the bomb
And the too large sky
If you talk to your shadow
From time to time
If you love the low tide
My child, my child
The sun on the terrace
And the moon under the wind
If you often lose your trace
As soon as spring comes
If life exceeds you
Then pass on, my child
It is not your fault
It is your legacy
And it will only get worse
When you will be my age
It is not your fault
It is your flesh, your blood
You will have to deal with it
Or rather not
If you forget first names
Addresses and ages
But almost never the sound
Of a voice or a face
If you love what is good
If you see mirages
If you prefer Paris
When the storm comes
If you like bitter tastes
And white winters
If you like the last glasses
And troubling mysteries
If you like feeling the earth
And the volcano erupting
If you fear the void
Then empty, my child
It is not your fault
It's your legacy
And it will ongly get worse
When you will be my age
It is not your fault
It is your flesh, your blood
You will have to deal with it
Or rather not
If you love leaving before
My child, my child
Before the other awakens
Before he leaves you
If you fear the sleep
And time passing
If you love the silver-gilt autumn
Wonder, red blood
If you are scared of the crowd
But bear people
If your ideals crumble
On the night of your 20th birthday
And if nothing happens
As you planned it
If you are nothing but a rolling stone
Then roll, my child
It is not your fault
It's your legacy
And it will ongly get worse
When you will be my age
It is not your fault
It is your flesh, your blood
You will have to deal with it
Or rather not