No one sees me, though I am . . .
I am at the heart of your life
When your gazes flee from me
They abandon me to the void
Do I deserve to be forgotten? (Forgotten)
I am a phantom . . . a forgotten phantom
(Forgotten, forgotten)
I am a phantom . . . a forgotten phantom
I am not a diamond dealer, the place Vendôme¹
But when I look in the mirror
It's not a phantom that I see,
but a man that, like you, has his place
the small stones that I bring to
the edifice are not less important²
But you do not even see me, though
I carry you with boundless energy
I am the glue that holds this country together
Why do you forget me so easily?
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I don't expect to be thanked anymore
No one sees me, though I am . . .
I am at the heart of your life
When your gazes flee from me
They abandon me to the void
Do I deserve to be forgotten? (Forgotten)
I am a phantom . . . a forgotten phantom
(Forgotten, forgotten)
A forgotten phantom
I am a phantom . . . a forgotten phantom
I am that man that, at dawn,
Prowls and cleans the streets of your city
I would have thrown away my broom years ago
If I had to worry about what you think
I am that man behind the wheel of your bus
And, to you, I am just another driver
But you entrust me with your life
When you fall asleep against the window
I am that instructor
That tries to offer a future to your children
And when I become the object of their ridicule
You are not there to admire my patience
I am that nurse
That teaches a new mother how to breast-feed
But you don't see me because
I don't have a medical license
(Forgotten, forgotten)
I am a phantom . . . a forgotten phantom
No one sees me, though I am . . .
I am at the heart of your life
When your gazes flee from me
They abandon me to the void
Do I deserve to be forgotten? (Forgotten, forgotten)
I am a phantom . . . a forgotten phantom
A forgotten phantom
A forgotten phantom
A forgotten phantom
(Forgotten, forgotten)
I am a phantom . . .