We do not change
We simply put on the costumes of our other selves
We do not change
A jacket simply hides a little of what we see
We do not grow
We push a little, all right
The time for a dream, a dream
And the touches of a finger
But we do not forget
The child who rests, nearly naked,
The moments of innocence
That we didn't know about
We do not change
We take on the tunes and poses of combat
We do not change
We exchange, we believe
That we make choices
But if you look closer
Near the appearance trembles
A little boy who looks like us
We know well he is there
We can hear him sometimes
His insolent tune
That insists and repeats
'Oh do not leave me'
We never forget
There is always a gesture
That betrays who we are
A prince, a valet
Under the crown we can see
An arrogance, a trait
Of a prince or valet
I know that very well
I've copied the images
And the dreams that I had
All the thousands of dreams-
But so close to me,
A small thin girl
Walks to Charlemagne, worried
And speaks softly to me
We do not change, we simply wear
Others' costumes and voilà
We do not change, we cannot hide
That in a moment of self
A little girl
Walks, thankless and lonely,
And dreams in the snow
While forgetting the cold
If I paint her
She disappears a little,
Time to watch me work
And make fun of me,
A little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl