Ma Douce

I have in my magician's hat
Some hocus pocus powder
A few marshmallows, two or three rabbits
Enough to feel good

I could read in the palm of your hand
Because I am a little bit of a fortune teller
That we would share our sorrows
And our mischievous smiles

But what do you want, my sweet
A helping hand, a kiss on the mouth
For a pretty drawing
And don't be shy, if my tongue slips
It's because I'm enraptured by your two little breasts

I don't know if you believe in destiny
Maybe you're afraid of minstrels
But if you wish one beautiful morning
We will take this path

Do you know that at the end there is a garden
Scented with the smell of jasmine
Lying in the shade of the fir trees
I will ask for your hand

I am just an ordinary man
A puppet of rhymes and flesh
According to our lunar stars
I write poems to please you