Chanson pour Pierrot [English translation]

You weren't born in the street

Nor born in the gutter.

You are not a stray child

Nor any bastard's child.

As you're born in my mind

And you live in my skin.

I've made up your planet

In the deep of my brain.

Pierrot, my son, my brother, oh, my chum

My mate, you keep me warm,

Pierrot.

Been dreaming of you (for) so long

Inventing you for so long,

Kills me not to see you,

In my paunch, I feel you.

On the day you turn up

I'll stop drinking, I swear,

At least, a whole week up

It'll be hard, but I'll bear.

Pierrot, my son, my brother, oh, my chum

My mate, you keep me warm,

Pierrot.

Whether son of (a) princess

Or son of unknown man,

You'll be son of tenderness,

You won't be an orphan.

But I know not your mummy,

Looking for her in vain,

Only know the mis'ry

Of being all alone.

Pierrot, my son, my brother, oh, my chum

My mate, you keep me warm,

Pierrot.

In the back of my head

Already are your clothes

Pair of jeans, a moped,

A pair of Santiagoes.

You shan't go to school

And I'll teach you swear-words

We shall both play football,

And we shall go to pubs.

Pierrot, my son, my brother, oh, my chum

My mate, you keep me warm,

Pierrot.

No need to wash your hands

When coming to table.

You'll call me a drunkard

When I steal your satchel.

And I will teach you songs

You'll find all of them dumb

You'll be right, in some way,

I'll be angry anyway.

Pierrot, my son, my brother, oh, my chum

My mate, you keep me warm,

Pierrot.

Come over, my Pierrot

You'll be head of posse

I'll give you my jacknife

I'll teach you outlawry.

Come over, my chummy

I've found you a mummy

The three of us, so nice !

Come, I'm waiting for ya

Pierrot, my son, my brother, oh, my chum

My mate, you keep me warm,

Pierrot.