It's a sad boy who knows his aunt well, he's a forgotten boy, yes it's a sad boy and his heart of brocante to take or to leave, like sad boys, he invents, he resists to make himself noticed, as if the sadness, this evil, this witch, had made her fly away, and as the sad boys, they draw without respite, what to console, a thrill, a delight, a moment, a shelter, something to dream of, I love this sad boy, like every smile, he seems to apologize, I love how he knows how to believe, how he knows how to dazzle, just to exist, I sing a sad boy who gives himself big airs so as not to drown, like all sad boys, he likes to play with gifts, play with the king of the neighborhood, and then this sad boy came into my life, he disturbed everything, my dreams and their sketches, my memories, my delusions, he took everything away, it's for a sad boy that I put my weapons gently at his feet, and for this sad boy I am ready to suffer, I am ready to tremble, he is like a promise, he is like a vagabond, he is my shipwreck, he is my only tenderness, my love, my alarm, my child, my sin he is like a promise, he is like a vagabond, he is my shipwreck, he is my only tenderness, my love, my alarm, my child, my sin My love, my alarm, my shipwreck, he is my shipwreck, he is my only tenderness, my love, my alarm, my child, my sin