Chanson pour Pierrot [English translation]

You weren't born in the street

You weren't born in the watercourse

You're not a lost child

Not a bastard's child

Because you were born in my mind

And you live in my skin

I created your planet

Deep in my brain

Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my friend

My friend you keep me warm

Pierrot

Since the time that I dream of you

Since the time that I invent you

I'm dying not to see you

And I feel you in my belly

The day you come

I swear, I'll stop to drink

At least a week

It will be hard, so much for that

Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my friend

My friend you keep me warm

Pierrot

Whether you're the son of a princess

Or the son of nothing

You will be son of tenderness

You won't be an orphan

But I don't know your mother

I'm looking for her in vain

I only know misery

Of being alone

Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my friend

My friend you keep me warm

Pierrot

In a corner of my head

There's your outfit :

A pair of jeans, a motorcycle

A pair of Santiago

You won't go to school

I'll teach you swear words

We'll play football

We'll go to the bar

Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my friend

My friend you keep me warm

Pierrot

You won't wash your hands

Before coming to table

You won't say that I'm a drunken

When I'll stole you're bag

I'll teach you songs

You'll find them stupid

And maybe you'll be right

But I'll be offended

Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my friend

My friend you keep me warm

Pierrot

Come on my Pierrot

You'll be the head of my gang

I'll give you my knife

I'll teach you how to kill

Come on my friend

I find you a mom

We will be three, it will be great

Come on, I'm waiting for you

Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my friend

My friend you keep me warm

Pierrot