Mon Maquis

It's a maze, so intricate
Impenetrable too
It's my spot... my bed:
It's my hideout
It's a shelter, room with no view
Where the air is pure, so pure
It's my spot... my bed:
It's my hideout
It's a maze, so intricate
Of laughter, bursts too
It's my spot... my bed:
It's my hideout
It's a hideout, safe as a father
Secret paths, paths of glass
Little brother... it's... also
Your room and your hideout
It's a maze, so intricate
Impenetrable too
It's my spot... my bed:
It's my hideout
It's a garden, where the path
Is truly his too
It's my spot... my here
It's my hideout
Sharing everything, talking about everything
And protecting too
It's my spot, here
It's his hideout
Hidden room, room with a blanket
From somersaults to puppets
Little brother, you here
Me, I am your friend.