Mon petit albatros - Lynda Lemay

Il a toujours eu ce surnom là

Mon petit Albatros

Le connaissez vous?

c’est Jean François

C’est mon gosse

Il plait aux femmes

Il les fait toutes fondres

Avec le charme

De ses yeux sombres

Il a toujours eu des ailes lourdes

Mon petit Albatros

Il n’a jamais su que lever le coude

Pour planer

Comment fera t-il?

Pour déployer ses forces?

Et convoler

En juste noce?

Je ne voulais pas qu’il quitte mon nid

Mon petit Albatros

Mais dans un coup de vent, soudain la vie

M’la volé

Une hirondelle

Qui rôdait près du sol

L’a pris en plein vol

Sous son aile

Voilà qu’il se depêche

A construire un berçeau

En bouts d'écorces rèches

En tas de phrases sèches

Il prépare déjà

La venue d’un oiseau

Qui lui ressemblera

Et l’appellera «papa»

Il a toujours eu ce surnom là

Mon petit Albatros

Le connaissez vous?

c’est Jean François

C’est mon gosse

Je suis sa mère

Je vis seule sur ma branche

A m’ennuyer de lui

Et de son père

Qui c’est envolé

A grand coup d’ailes blanches

Un jour de Mai

Un lourd dimanche

He always had that nickname

My little Albatross

Do you know it?

it's Jean Francois

It's my kid

Women like it

He melts them all

With the charm

Of his dark eyes

He always had heavy wings

My little Albatross

He never knew how to raise his elbow

To get high

How will he do it?

To deploy its forces?

And marry

Just married?

I didn't want him to leave my nest

My little Albatross

But in a gust of wind, suddenly life

stole it from me

A swallow

Who hovered near the ground

Caught it mid-flight

under his wing

Now he's hurrying

To build a crib

In bits of rough bark

In a pile of dry phrases

He's already preparing

The coming of a bird

Who will look like him

And call him "daddy"

He always had that nickname

My little Albatross

Do you know it?

it's Jean Francois

It's my kid

I am his mother

I live alone on my branch

To miss him

And his father

who flew away

With a great sweep of white wings

One day in May

A heavy Sunday