Mon Chevalier

He is so beautiful and fragile
Under his armor of rain
That breaks under my remarks
When I mock him
His opinion changes as time passes
He is in a hurry, my knight

He doesn't like his job too much
He says they take him for an idiot
That every time the alarm clock rings
He would like to change the tempo
But it's too late
He's already in the subway, my knight

My fake knight
My little scoundrel
Who sees himself handsome in the eyes of girls
But doesn't look at me
My knight gone to war
Against windmills
Don Quixote is thirty years old
But he is still a child, my knight
But he is still a child, my knight
But he is still a child, my knight
But he is still a child, my knight

He doesn't like to read books too much
But he likes Michel Houellebecq
He doesn't like French cinema
Prefers porn on the internet
When we make love
He turns off the light, my knight

He tells me that at 30
He still feels young
To have children
That maybe it's not the time
I ask him if he loves me
He doesn't want to commit, my knight

My fake knight
My little scoundrel
Who sees himself handsome in the eyes of girls
But doesn't look at me
My knight gone to war
Against windmills
Don Quixote is thirty years old
But he is still a child, my knight
But he is still a child, my knight
But he is still a child, my knight
But he is still a child, my knight