Je Sers [English translation]

I put makeup on my face well

And I clean the ashes

Well seated on the terrace

You order me

I stay well in character

When I bring your drinks

You leave a tip

But I’m distracted

In the middle of the coffee makers

I make up stories for myself

And I serve when my head makes verses and poems

I serve bottles and sodas, coffees

I hope that one fine day my footsteps will tread the stage

But I serve and I hope

I navigate between the tables

You order a pastis

(And my number)

It’s a funny exercise

To count the syllables

(During my shift)

A girl a little bit hot

It brings back a crazy world

An idea of the boss

You, who want my name

Who whispers sweet words

I hand you the bill

And I serve when my head makes verses and poems

I serve bottles and sodas, coffees

I hope that one fine day my footsteps will tread the stage

But I serve and I hope

My smile, is it free?

Ask me, I know the price

But one day, I swear to you

I’ll give back my apron

I’ll not have forgotten anything

My drafts my notebooks

The dropped verses

I will dare to publish them

But for now

I serve when my head makes verses and poems

I serve bottles and sodas, coffees

I serve when my head makes verses and poems

I serve bottles and sodas, coffees

I hope that one fine day my footsteps will tread the stage

But I serve and I hope

And I hope

I hope