One1does not change
One simply puts the costumes of others on oneself
One does not change
A jacket simply hides a little of what one sees
One does not grow up
One grows a little, just barely
The time for a dream, an illusion
And touching them with one’s finger
But one does not forget
The child who remains, almost naked
The moments of innocence
When one didn’t know
One does not change
One puts on airs and combat poses
One does not change
One doesn’t let it show, one believes
That one makes choices
But if you look closer
Near the appearance, trembles
A little child who looks like us
We know very well he is there
One can hear him sometimes
His insolent tune
That persists and repeats,
“Oh do not leave me”
One never forgets
There is always a gesture
That gives away who one is
A prince, a valet
Under the crown, a look
An arrogance, a trait
Of a prince or valet
I know that so very well
I’ve copied images
And dreams that I had
All those thousands of dreams
But so close to me,
A small thin girl
Walks in Charlemagne, worried
And speaks to me in a whisper
One does not change, one simply wears
The costumes of others and “voilà”
One does not change, one only hides
A moment of oneself
A little girl
Walks, ungrateful and lonely,
And dreams in the snow
While forgetting the cold
If I put make-up on her
She disappears a little,
For the time it takes to watch me make her make-up
And make fun of me,
A little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl
The other translations present on this website contain a couple of errors; some due to the use of “one” in the original version.