She wanted a child
I didn't want any.
But however it was easy for her
With her aguments
To find a dad for you,
Cécile, my daughter.
When her belly was round,
Laughing loud,
She said to me "Come on, be happy,
It will be a boy"!
And here you are,
Cécile, my daughter.
And here you are
And here I am.
I am thirty,
You are 6 months.
Face to face,
Eye to eye,
Which of both is the most surprised ?
A long time before you were born,
I had known many girls
Playing with my heart,
From the brunette won
To the blond I'd lost,
Cécile, my daughter.
And I know that soon
You too, will have
Some ideas and some romances,
Sweet words on your tops
And hands on your pants,
Cécile, my daughter.
I will wait for you all night long
I will hear you enter noiselessly.
But in the morning, I will be perturbated
In front of your eyes more clear than ever.
I wish someone will touche you forever,
Just like I'm doing it now,
Just like my breath on your lashes,
My kiss on your lips,
In you children sleep,
Cécile, my daughter.