L'enfant seul [English translation]

you are as a candle that we forgot to turn off in an empty house, you shine surrounded by dark people wanting to blow the one which has the least number of toys the least of darlings.

The one fact file,

The yard bruised and bloody is thy jealousy;

the child alone should be careful of all the world, not by choice , but spite, think that by way of friend,

His shadow is enough

A solitude that follows you upto the sex,

My text cut you off the child alone in two species:

Those who fuck to the excesses,

but would like to attach to a woman rather than to thousand buttocks,

When the other so often listen the same song in the post, and is mourning the loss of a relationship dead and rest the humid eye. The head leaves the heart on the stomach,

The stomach on the knees, my sadness is equal to fit the mute bad temper of child only that no one calculated.

you are the only child

I know that is you,

come to slums,

or the new areas?

In short, on the back of all the same suffering

my words fit the people together looking as in a puddle of water, It send them back a sad reflection but this is my fault?

you are the child alone it is not easy, it is includes little know as i know to surprises me.

He mate by the glass the solitude that the mine is doing go quinine for a sugar must be lucid, it must be released, they say they do not discuss, confuse the rhyme and the act the leak and the suicide, a pact', a promo without tract Not too many words nobody has picked up the dirty desire the envy of se leave by the neck hanged, to punish the parents who, to love the child, have waited too, because if the love is a race

The child is born it is the departure in head, the nuisance in past-time in fact parents beasts! Master nagging, feelings in cement otherwise in six years i found scissors in the skull in the blood lying

The child alone is the unknown mute of the merits of class one who mocks, round as Coluche, or the boss in the lobby, to the massive group the os in the steak hache planting Each applicant for a post, saw that the crap of gosse of streets often cover a young person who suffers from a large abyss emotional grow up without a father is is hard

Even if the mother persevered it serves but not to find its marks it is safe! Losing his mother is worse! Request to Pit I assure thee thee hast not entered removed the sea on the Cote d'Azur when these kids are pushing their suffering as we all know that nobody heals of his childhood even a hairy torso cannot forget its life of Gosse of divorce rosse by his father-in-law. The child alone it is thou, them, him, it Oxmo Puccino voice of honey

• Artist:Oxmo Puccino