Lyrics: I don't deserve to play rock'n'roll My ghettos, my ideas are not approved I don't have the right jacket, I don't have the right boots And on top of my arm, I haven't had anything tattooed I gave the priests collective salvation I played the same notes, swung the same riffs Gradually, I understood the terms of the debate That nothing changes and equality is lowered And so what if the crowd grumbles If I don't join in the circle Daddy, when I grow up, I know what I want to do I want to be a minority I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I have my own time, my own hours I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid A brain, a belly, and a heart I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid And the right to make mistakes I'm not fascinated by little killers Mini wolves or big charlatans The rats of poverty and its perpetuators Who play their role so well I don't yet know where the light will come from The magical solutions that are softer and more beautiful I'm not sure if it will come from computers But I'm sure it will never come from the trash And so what if the crowd grumbles If I don't join in the circle Daddy, when I grow up, I know what I want to do I want to be a minority I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I have my own time, my own hours I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid A brain, a belly, and a heart I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid And the right to make mistakes I hung my brain from the gallows of the sky I hung it so high and still I dream I sold my ears to the silences of men Until the depths of sleep, I hear them ringing I threw away their prayers and tearless complaints And I reforged myself with new weapons To not be moved anymore, to not suffer anymore To hear and feel before thinking And so what if the crowd grumbles If I don't join in the circle Daddy, when I grow up, I know what I want to do I want to be a minority I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I have my own time, my own hours I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid A brain, a belly, and a heart I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid And the right to make mistakes I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I have my own time, my own hours I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid A brain, a belly, and a heart I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid And the right to make mistakes I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I'm not afraid I have my own time, my own hours The song "Minoritaire" by Jean-Jacques Goldman expresses the idea of not conforming to societal norms and the desire to be an individual, even if it means being in the minority. The lyrics suggest that the singer has rejected the expectations and pressures of society, including conforming to a certain style or image. They express a sense of independence, not fearing the judgment or disapproval of others. The song also touches on the themes of equality, self-discovery, and the right to make mistakes. Overall, it encourages listeners to embrace their individuality and pursue their own paths, even if it means going against the mainstream.
