ENFANTILLAGE - CHILDISHNESS

                                                   LA CLÉ DES CHAMPS


                                                   Mon école buissonnière

                                                   M'emmène à la frontière

                                                   Du bien et du mal,

                                                   Sans aucune escale.

                                                   Parti sans prévenir,

                                                   Vers un nouvel avenir.

                                                   De quoi est-elle faite ?

                                                   De quelques allumettes,

                                                   Servant à réchauffer l'air du temps,

                                                   2 ou 3 bouts de ficelle

                                                   Pour accrocher les nuages à ma selle.

                                                   Finis la maîtresse et les leçons,

                                                   L'école et la maison.

                                                   Je vous salue sur mon passage,

                                                   Heureux de renaître à mon premier âge .




MY TRANSLATION : CHILDISHNESS

 

                                                 THE KEY OF THE FIELDS
 

                                                 My hooky

                                                 Took me with it to the border

                                                 Of good and evil,

                                                 Without any stopover.

                                                 Left without warning,

                                                 Towards a new future.

                                                 What do I need ?

                                                 Some matches,

                                                 Used to warm the air of the weather,

                                                 2 or 3 pieces of string

                                                 To hang the clouds after my saddle.

                                                 Finished the teacher and the lessons

                                                The school and the home.

                                                 I greet you on my way,

                                                 Happy to be born again in my first age.