L'enfant cerf-volant [English translation]

You need to see

Sitting on a bench

On the sidewalk

Waiting for the wind

That cut the thread

That held him to his life before

He sleeps outside

He cries within

He says that elsewhere

Nothing is waiting for him

The kite child

He wanted the clouds

He's finally alone

But what will come of tomorrow

Parents

Like so many of them

The bridle on their heart

Neither crazy nor mean

They too

They were fifteen years old

What's the point of saying it

They don't have an age

Now

They ask themselves

At every moment

If he sleeps outside

If he cries within

The kite child

He wanted the clouds

He's finally alone

But what will come of tomorrow?

Where are they going?

To the end of a dream

What do they want?

That the wind would lift them up

They don't have the time

Don't have the time

To wait for long

This moment of distraction

He wanted the clouds

He's finally alone

But what will come of tomorrow

He wanted the clouds

He's waiting for the wind

The kite child.

He's waiting for the wind

The kite child