She wanted a child.
I didn't want any.
But it was rather easy for her
with her arguments
to give you a dad
Cécile, my daughter
When her belly was round
While laughing out loud
She said "Come on, rejoice
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 old
We are face to face
Eye to eye
Who of us is most surprised?
Well before I had you
I had many women
Who played my heart like they tossed coins
From the brunette I won
To the blonde I lost
Cécile my daughter
And I know that soon
You, too, will have
Ideas, and idylls
Sweet words on your tops
And hands on your stockings
Cécile my daughter
And I will wait up for you all night
Will hear you get home quietly
But in the morning, I will be the one blushing
Seeing your eyes as clear as ever
May you always be touched
As I touch you now
As my breath on your eyelashes
My kiss on your lips
in your childlike sleep
Cécile, my daughter