Song For Pierrot
You weren't born in the street
You weren't born in the watercourse
You're not a lost child
Not a bastard's child
As you were born only in my mind
And you live in my skin
I created your planet
Deep in my brain
Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my post (he means my crutch)
My pal you keep me warm
I've been dreaming of you for such a long time
I've been inventing you for such a long time
I'm dying of not seeing you
But I feel you in my belly
The day you arrive ("se ramener" is slang for "arriver" = to arrive)
I'll stop to drink, I promise
For at least a week
It will be hard, but never mind
Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my post
My pal you keep me warm
Pierrot
Whether you're the son of a princess
Or the son of nothing
You will be son of tenderness
You won't be an orphan
But I don't know your mother
And I'm looking for her in vain
I only know misery
Of being all alone on the path
Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my post
My pal you keep me warm
Pierrot
In a corner of my head
There's your outfit already :
A pair of jeans, a motorcycle
A pair of Santiago
You won't go to school
I'll teach you swear words
We'll play football
We'll go to the bar
Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my post
My pal you keep me warm
Pierrot
You won't wash your hands ("Pogne" is slang for "main" = hand)
Before coming to table
And you will accuse me of being a drunkard
When I'll steal your satchel
I'll teach you my songs
You'll find them stupid
Maybe you'll be right
But I'll be offended just the same (Renaud did it on purpose to choose something that didn't rhyme with the rest)
Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my post
My pal you keep me warm
Pierrot
Come on, come with me my Pierrot
You'll be the head of my gang
I'll give you my knife
I'll teach you how to cheat
Come on my pal
I've found you a mom
We will be three, it will be great
Come on, come with me, I'm waiting for you
Pierrot, my kid, my bro, my post
My pal you keep me warm
Pierrot
From https://lyricstranslate.com, with my corrections in green.
