L'HOMME QUI CHERCHAIT SA VOIE - THE MAN WHO SEARCHING HIS WAY

                                                UN HOMME ORDINAIRE

                                           Au royaume de la toute puissance,

                                        Il était un monarque sans connaissance

                                          De ses besoins et de ceux des autres.

                                          Vivant le stress de la concupiscence,

                                                A l'image de ses apôtres :

                                             Chacun se prêtant allégeance !

                                             Point de répit pour ce suzerain

                                                Dont la cassette et le trésor,

                                                Malgré ses multiples efforts,

                                    Se vidaient inéluctablement, dès le lendemain.

                                              Son peuple, fidèle et courageux,

                                             Oeuvrait pour le rendre heureux :

                                          Travaillant d'arrache pied pour aider

                                              Sa majesté à ne pas déprimer.

                                           Il passait le plus clair de son temps

                                               A dépenser " le " bon argent

                                             Alors que la véritable richesse

                                          Se trouvait à l'intérieur de son altesse.

                                              Il voulait être un roi exemplaire

                                             Comme l'aurait souhaité son père,

                                             Mais son vrai désir était ailleurs  :

                                                   Il rêvait d'être chanteur.

                                                      Un micro à la main,

                                                   Il ne pensait plus à rien....

                                             Il fût enlevé par un radio crochet

                                                   Et disparut à tout jamais

                                             Emporté par la vague du succès

                                            Au plus grand plaisir de ses sujets.




                                                  AN ORDINARY MAN

                                            In the kingdom of omnipotence,

                                           It was a king without knowledge

                                          Of his needs and those of others.

                                         Living the stress of concupiscence,

                                                      Like his apostles:

                                            Everyone swearing allegiance!

                                                No rest for the suzerain

                                            Whose cassette and treasure,

                                              Despite repeated efforts,

                                          Emptied inevitably the next day.
 
                                       His people, faithful and courageous,

                                        Was working to make him happy:

                                              Working flat out to help

                                          His Majesty not to be depressed.

                                             He spent most of his time

                                           A expend ""the" good money

                                               While the true wealth

                                            Was inside his Highness.

                                       He wanted to be an exemplary king

                                                As his father wished,

                                        But his real desire was elsewhere:

                                           He dreamed of being a singer.

                                                A microphone in hand,

                                         He no longer thought of anything ....

                                         He was kidnapped by a talent show

                                               And disappeared forever

                                        Carried away by the wave of success

                                        For the great pleasure of his subjects.