Le portrait [English translation]

He is mixing at the bottom of his cup

some honey.

He is looking, through the fanlight,

at the sky.

Each time an airplane flies,

he thinks maybe it’s her

who passes above his house.

They’ve told him she was in the sky ( = heaven)

He is dreaming, lying on the floor

in his mother’s arms,

his mother drawn in chalk.

Every night, secretly

he makes this drawing,

perfectly similar to her

from a portrait (of her)

He is dreaming, lying on the floor

in his mother’s arms,

his mother drawn in chalk.

Every night, secretly

he makes this drawing,

perfectly similar to her

from a portrait (of her)

Lost at the back of the classroom

he gets confused,

He struggles with the tough

plural form,

Then he explains to his teacher

why "parent" doesn’t have an s"

He would like to be hugged so much

even only one hug per year would be great

He is dreaming, lying on the floor

in his mother’s arms,

his mother drawn in chalk.

Every night, secretly

he makes this drawing,

perfectly similar to her

from a portrait (of her)

He is dreaming, lying on the floor

in his mother’s arms

his mother drawn in chalk.

Every night, secretly

he makes this drawing,

perfectly similar to her

from a portrait (of her)

He is dreaming, lying on the floor

in his mother’s arms

his mother drawn in chalk.

Every night, secretly

he makes this drawing,

perfectly similar to her

from a portrait (of her)

Perfectly similar to her

from a portrait (of her)

• Artist:Calogero
• Album:Les feux d'artifice