Lettre au Père Noël [English translation]

A letter to Father Christmas

that you wrote with my hands

A pretty little painting

to show him where to go

Your little arms are waving

To tell me to write faster

The sledge is about to leave

The elves have gotta sleep

You want a bus, a tambourine

An English-speaking owl

And shoes for the lady

Who lives outside the whole year round

A new heart for daddy Ben

A kiss from Louise

A Wednesday with no sirens

To see the country where I was born

And life goes round like a carousel

And letters

start to die in the snow

In our dreams

are sometimes traps

Life goes round like a carousel

But not everyone gets a seat

How do you get on? And how do you keep safe?

Loic gets an itchy jumper

Leon an accordion

And also an electric train

And his sorrows to go away

Fewer people bickering

Fewer birds in black dresses

Pillow fights instead of wars

Sweets to remember

Lasting poems

And my friend to come back

That he’ll have hair, that we’ll laugh

Without him, I’m bored at school

Why does life have to stop?

What do you get out of love?

And is the earth still turning?

Does everyone get presents?

And life goes round like a carousel

And letters start to die in the snow

In our dreams are sometimes traps

Life goes round like a carousel

But not everyone gets a seat

How do you get on? And how do you keep safe?

Your little letter wakes in me

Words we no longer hear

And melted snowballs

Run from my eyes to your skies.

• Artist:Patrick Bruel
• Album:Des souvenirs devant...