Just like his father
The little Jean-Pierre
Was a fan
A Superman fan

He collected
All the cartoons
Where he could se his hero
Fly like a bird

Jean-Pierre should have had eight years yeasterday
And his parent were very proud of him
That they decided to do
For his birthday
A short trip to New York
Superman´s town

In their hotel room
On Waldorf´s fiftieth floor
The view was so beautiful
That their first evening
They spent it looking

At Manhattan´s lights
The day after

They have walked on Broadway
Hand in hand
Like in a fairytale
And in a store
Where we sell everything and nothing
Jean-Pierre had his father buy him
A Superman costume

On this same night
He wanted to wear it
As pijama
To be able to dream better
But when his parents
Were asleep
All beside him in the large bed

He stood up without a noise
He opened the window
And when he saw
Manhattan´s lights
He wanted to fly out
In the starry night
Like a bird soaring

It´s exactly yesterday
That we buried
Jean-Pierre
Superman´s son