L'idiot - Hervé Vilard

Il volait des fromages

Aux gens de son village

Il volait pour se faire punir

Il donnait des bons points

En offrant des images

Il donnait pour se faire plaisir

Celui dont on disait:

«Il est moins que personne»

Fils de gitan ou fils de rien

Sur le magnétophone

Il attend quelqu’un

Le p’tit con qui portait

Toutes les fleurs au cimetière

Simplement parce qu’il avait dit

Qu’il avait des cousins

Et cinq ou six grands-pères

Oui, je veux parler de celui

Qui riait de l’amour

En voyant les mariés

Lancer des dragées aux enfants

Il s’en moque toujours

Mais moi, je sais qu’il ment

Il a les larmes aux yeux

Devant les cathédrales

Il a le c ur en deux

Quand un enfant a mal

Et il ferme les yeux

Sur tous ses souvenirs

Pour mieux se faire mentir

Il n’a rien oublié

Il n’oubliera jamais

Les champs de blé ni les bleuets

Ce garçon plein d’histoires

Regardait les canards

S’envoler au bout des marais

Il ne dit jamais rien

Et quand il serre les poings

C’est seulement pour avoir moins peur

C’est comme s’il rattrapait

Un morceau du bonheur

Avec les larmes aux yeux

Devant les cathédrales

Avec le c ur en deux

Quand un enfant a mal

Et il ferme ses yeux

Sur tous ses souvenirs

Pour mieux se faire mentir

Ecoute-le chanter

Cet idiot du village

Ecoute-le te dire: «Je t’aime»

Dire qu’il a mis trente ans

A être un enfant

He was stealing cheese

To the people of his village

He was stealing to get punished

He gave good points

By offering images

He gave to please himself

The one of whom it was said:

"He is less than anyone"

Son of a gypsy or son of nothing

On the tape recorder

He's waiting for someone

The little idiot who wore

All the flowers in the cemetery

Just because he said

That he had cousins

And five or six grandfathers

Yes, I mean the one

who laughed at love

Seeing the bride and groom

Throw candies to children

He always doesn't care

But I know he's lying

He has tears in his eyes

In front of the cathedrals

He's got his heart in two

When a child is in pain

And he closes his eyes

Of all his memories

To better lie to each other

He forgot nothing

He will never forget

Wheat fields nor blueberries

This boy full of stories

watched the ducks

Fly over the swamps

He never says anything

And when he clenches his fists

It's only to be less afraid

It's like he's catching up

A piece of happiness

With tears in my eyes

In front of the cathedrals

With the heart in two

When a child is in pain

And he closes his eyes

Of all his memories

To better lie to each other

Hear him sing

That idiot from the village

Hear him tell you, "I love you"

To say that it took thirty years

To be a child