On Ne Change Pas

We do not change
We just put on other people's costumes
We do not change
A jacket only hides a little of what we see
We do not grow up
We push a little, just enough
The time of a dream, of a reverie
And touch them with a finger

But we do not forget
The child that remains, almost naked
The moments of innocence
When we did not know

We do not change
We take on airs and combat poses
We do not change
We pretend, we believe
That we make choices
But if you scratch there
Very close to the appearance
Trembles a little one who resembles us
We know well that it is there
We hear it sometimes
Its insolent refrain
That insists and repeats
Oh do not leave me

We never forget
We always have a gesture
That betrays who we are
A prince, a servant
Under the crown a look
An arrogance, a trait
Of a prince or a servant

I know that so well
I copied images
And dreams I had
All those thousands of dreams
But so close to me
A thin little girl
Walks to Charlemagne, worried
And speaks to me softly

We do not change
We just put on other people's costumes and that's it
We do not change
We only hide a moment of ourselves

A little girl
Ungrateful and lonely walks
And dreams in the snow
Forgetting the cold

If I put makeup on her
She disappears a little,
The time to watch me do it
And mock me

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