Un petit garçon a couru / Un petit garçon a couru / Sur le mont Lia / Il courait en pleurant / Il y avait de la pluie et du vent / Et il courait après son chapeau.

10000 miles away from my colleagues,
I wish i could be wild but i remain completely shy:
The pyramids of calls, the docility bay,

I'm not sure i know how to fly away.

And now the wind blows a papaya smell,
I feel the precious pearl of pleasure stays stuck in a shell.
My wishes are modest, but i'm not even sure

What to expect from such a nice heavenly nest.

My vocabulary is sadly thin
I'm scared to make any move you could perceive as a dash
Can i take a picture ? i don't want you to think
I'm gonna steal your soul in a single flash

A smoky place, a little bit scary
A bunch of troubles soon if they keep on staring at me
I have to give a call,
It's too hot, don't you think ?
Has anyone dropped something in my drink ?

10000 miles away from fatherhood,
I wish my inner devil would wake up, therefore i could
Put my hands on their hips,
And all the kinds of lips
Would be welcome to taste my cute earlobes

Why are you girls wearing a number ?
Promiscuity embarasses me, we are still strangers.
I'm sorry, but i can't, without knowing a bit

About your dad, your life or favorite singer.

And when i will be back where i belong,
I know bitter regrets will make my days seem very long:
Looking at the pictures of all the things i saw,
Nothing but myself will appear and so
I'll be alone,
Will be the one
That no coco surrounds