La ballade des jeux interdits [English translation]

Like a child that you take by the hand

And who suddenly understands that his story is far

Who will never again feel the warmth of his hands

Hiding himself in these dubious games

Like a look in which one finds

The sweetness of a friend that opens

His heart to smile at life and play at forbidden games

Play, my child, as the wind would

With your haggard hair, growing up will take time

Burying life is still a game for grown-ups

And you, Michel, you're just a child

Run, my sweet, shout for your days of rain

War has horrors no one forgets

To rock in their heart, it's a cursed game

Dream, forget these forbidden games

Like a life that resumes its path

Like a breath, a point believed to be dubious

Innocence lost on a beautiful day

Returns to us like melancholy of our forbidden games.

• Artist:Patrick Fiori
• Album:Les choses de la vie (2008)