But then there are those other ones, the ones who get upset when you are happy. They know who they are.
Ensuite, il y a les autres, ceux qui se navrent de voir le bonheur. Ils se reconnaîtront.
Behind the door life begins
I draw with the pencils of another
that is a surprise !
I will say to myself I don’t know
I might say to myself maybe
like many things that don’t last
the world will not change
and we will fall from our knees
at the end of long lines
which do like the cold