We just put other people's costumes on
A jacket only hides a bit of what we see
We only grow a little, just barely
Just the span of a dream, a daydream
And touch them with a fingertip
The child who remains, almost naked
We take on airs and combat poses
We fool ourselves, we think
That we're making choices
Just beneath the appearance, it trembles
A little one who looks like us
We know full well he's there
That keeps at it and repeats
Under the crown, a gaze
Of a prince or of a valet
All those thousands of dreams
Walks in Charlemagne, anxious
We don't change, we just put
Other people's costumes on, that's all
We only hide ourselves for a moment
Ungrateful and solitary, walks
Long enough to watch me