You know my darling, I've lost your way of seeing things
I'm not that child anymore, my mind has lost this hope
About seeing life, the real one that surrounds us
As that woman predicted it that gave me life
And Paradise is far away on Earth
But who lied us about men and their willing to make
Nice things like literature of this world
And not to stain walls with the white dove's blood
Close-up on your eyes full of innocence
Close-up on your face that didn't go through any consequence
Of our society's education
Where unification is a utopia of this humanity
Where wars and slaughters are made by men
That don't want to hear the smallest children's cries
I am sure that the most disturbing thing is
That our children are angels
You know my darling, I don't want you to grow up
The more years pass, the more vices we have
You know unfortunately grown-ups need artifices
Benefits, glory and even fabrics
Stay a child the longest you can, little mischief
Before joining the rangs of knowing adults
But all of that, I don't want to imagine it
I prefer to watch you from here
Playing with dolls
You know my darling, the next part won't be easy
You will learn and understand that grown-ups become fast imbecile
Whatever the person is, whatever the profile is
Deep in every man hide hostile feelings
Hostile to what ?
To themselves and especially to others
Remember Jesus, betrayed by one of his apostles
Do not build this kind of destiny around you
And continue, your steps will open your heart that will guide your path
Toward, I hope that toward the best things
Toward faraway lands, toward a picture of a perfect world
Where every country and every person is reunited in peace
I've seen your look reflecting this Eden
When you reached the sky on your hopscotch with your puck
I am sure that the most strange thing is
That our children are angels
You know my darling, I don't want you to grow up
The more years pass, the more vices we have
You know unfortunately grown-ups need artifices
Benefits, glory and even fabrics
Stay a child the longest you can, little mischief
Before joining the rangs of knowing adults
But all of that, I don't want to imagine it
I prefer to watch you from here
Playing with dolls
You know my darling, we grow up, c'est la vie ( that's life)
Not only in age, but mainly in mind
Between good and evil, we lose shortcuts
Maybe that it's by being a child or a man how we differ
I stay here in front of you admiring
In front of all these children who have eyes full of questions
And I ask you if that disturbed you
If our children were angels
You know my darling, I don't want you to grow up
The more years pass, the more vices we have
You know unfortunately grown-ups need artifices
Benefits, glory and even fabrics
Stay a child the longest you can, little mischief
Before joining the rangs of knowing adults
But all of that, I don't want to imagine it
I prefer to watch you from here
Playing with dolls