We don´t change
We simply put other´s costumes on ourselves
We don´t change
A jacket simply hides a little of what we see
We do not grow

We simply get a little taller, no more
The time of a dream, of a little dream
And touch them with the finger

But we don´t forget
The child that stays, almost naked
The moments of the innocence
When we didn´t know

We don´t change
We get faces and poses of combat
We don´t change
We reply to each other, we believe
That we do choices
But if you scratch there
Very close to the apperance, shivers
A little one who looks like us

We know he is there
We hear it sometimes
Its insolent old tune
Which insists and repeats itself
Oh, don´t leave me

We never forget
We always have a move
Qui trahit who we are
A prince, a valet
Under the crown a look
An arrogance, a trait
Of a prince, of a valet
I know that very well
I copied images
And dreams I had
All those thousands dreams
But so close to me

A small thin girl
Walks in Charlemagne, worried
And whispers to me

We don´t change, we simply put on
Costumes from others and that´s it
We don´t change, we only hide
A moment of ourselves

A little girl
Ungrateful and alone walks
And dreams in the snows
Forgetting the cold

If I paint her
She disappears a little

Just long enough to watch me doing
And make fun of me
Une petite fille

A little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl