Je n’ai de rôle que par absence
dans la coulée de la mémoire
Que m’y déplaise en apparence,
d’entre les formes la plus choisieSans que m’advienne que je devienneLa couturière de mon silence
J’aurais vécuD’avoir étéPar temps pareil
Boucles d’oreillesEt cheveux blonds

Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du cielQue je regarde à demeurerSi près de toi,Si près de moiSi près passé
S’en passa quoiDe quoi jouerA double jeuDu jeu d’aimerA noir ou blanc ?Dans quelle main ?Ce sera qui ?Pour finir quoi ?Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagnerA te laisser seule sans savoirQui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?Sans rester seuleAvec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre
au jeu d’aimer
Dans le miroirUn peu de sel sous les paupières
Il me sera sans conséquencesQu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire
Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir
de lui s’effaceL’autre écritureSans l’autre signeQue de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule
Ici l’amour est sans duréeDans le hasard que j’organiseNe m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autreDans le mélange de mes journéesSi d’aventure j’ouvre la porteSur l’autre absence de mon partage

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 thinI'm scared to make any move you could perceive as a dashCan i take a picture ? i don't want you to thinkI'm gonna steal your soul in a single flash
A smoky place, a little bit scaryA bunch of troubles soon if they keep on staring at meI 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 couldPut my hands on their hips,And all the kinds of lipsWould 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 soI'll be alone,Will be the oneThat no coco surrounds

Far down the sea there's a king travelingstarfish glows for the king: "this way, my lord"deep on the sea, oh the king sees the queenheading close to the queen: "we made it, my dear"
Oh the prince's coming in, calling queen and the kingsun shines through, warm water and blueNow wait out a second, there's something coming inking and queen disappear, my prince stays here
It's a tuna or a cod, a submarine how oddI'll wait out there, see if they careA ship with a man, seahorse jumping out of sandsteaming fast as a dream, you stay here my prince
Oh i'll swam through the sea, past that big funny machinei love that game, now catch me if you can