Cécile, ma fille. [English translation]

She wanted a child.

I didn't want any.

But it was rather easy for her

with her arguments

to give you a dad

Cécile, my daughter

When her belly was round

While laughing out loud

She said "Come on, rejoice

It will be a boy"

And here you are

Cécile my daughter

And here you are

And here I am

I am thirty

You are 6 months old

We are face to face

Eye to eye

Who of us is most surprised?

Well before I had you

I had many women

Who played my heart like they tossed coins

From the brunette I won

To the blonde I lost

Cécile my daughter

And I know that soon

You, too, will have

Ideas, and idylls

Sweet words on your tops

And hands on your stockings

Cécile my daughter

And I will wait up for you all night

Will hear you get home quietly

But in the morning, I will be the one blushing

Seeing your eyes as clear as ever

May you always be touched

As I touch you now

As my breath on your eyelashes

My kiss on your lips

in your childlike sleep

Cécile, my daughter

• Artist:Claude Nougaro