He wasn't a man of much talk
Or explanations
I only know the sea was his words, his smell
And his love
I know he had a tattoo in one arm
And some golden teeth in his mouth
And so, my mother gave herself to him
So madly
In a flash he came, in a flash he left
But where to, no one knows
Because of him, my mother's look
Grew hopeless day by day
Standing there at the pier by the sea
Waiting, frozen and imobile
For her man's return, wearing her old dress
Whose length was shortened every day
At the time when I finally was born
My mother enfolded me in a mantel.
She dressed me in a way I was looking
Like some sort of saint
Because she couldn't remember any lullaby
The poor woman
Had to lull me with tunes
She heard in a cabaret
She didn't wait too long to spread the word
Around the neighboorhood
Showing to them the child that wasn't supposed
To be simply one more in a million
I don't know if it was irory
Or an act of love
But, anyway, I was given the holly name
of our Lord
This story, this name,
Is still part of me
(Even) when I go to a pub to drink,
I turn tables, I scream, I pick up fights
The thives, my girls
My booze buddies, my partners of life
They all know me just because of my name:
The boy Jesus' name