Marionnettiste [English translation]

The morning alarm

And it all comes back

I love her I love her

I turn on the radio

A stream of words

I would want it to be said

He loves her he loves her

I put on my shirt

Comb my hair

I drink my coffee

Barely two sugars

And my thoughts

Are all the same

It is crazy

I love her I love her

What's happening to me?

I go down my street

I take the avenue

Always the same

Red light first gear

People behind

Already green light

Avenue du Maine

Like a robot

I turn right

Problems already

Life struggle

Am I an acrobat

or am I mad?

But tell me all

Puppeteer

I have strings tied to my destiny

You make me go around the track

But where I go I don't know

But tell me all

Puppeteer

My wooden heart suddenly stops

What will you do with your artists

After the party?

I play the scene again

Exactly

The day before yesterday

She came in

The restaurant

She sat down

In front of me

Suddenly I understood

That in my life

I had been sleeping

For thirty years

And thunderstruck

By this lightning

I fell down

Into her light

It is like a race

In close quarters

She has but one word

Again again

She has but one scream

Love first

She has just one body anymore

And me as well

And from the window

We see Paris

I have been dreaming, maybe

Or I have slept

And suddenly

I live I live

But tell me all

Puppeteer

I have strings tied to my destiny

You make me go around the track

But where I go I don't know

But tell me all

Puppeteer

My wooden heart suddenly worries

What are you going to do with your artists

After the party?

And in the elevator

My heart beats

I ring and I see

A note for me

Saying forget me

Begging me

Go away it is better

For both of us

Each his way

Even if it's a sad one

Each his sorrow

Farewell artist

And on the sidewalk

I go away like that

Hands in the pocket

I go back home

Maréchal Foch

At the tabac

I take a coffee

And it burns

We never forget

We pile on

I would like to stop

All the clocks

A voice upstairs

Tells me stand up

But tell me all

Puppeteer

I have strings tied to my destiny

You make me go around the track

But where I go I don't know

But tell me all

Puppeteer

My wooden heart suddenly worries

What do you do with your artists

After the party?

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet