Dites-moi
Michel Jonasz
Tell me
She always had
In her purse
The treasure island
And worn one franc coins
A marten hair brush
To put up blue curtains
At the windows of her eyes
At the windows of her eyes
A book in hand on the balcony
She would fall asleep
In an old Manila armchair
I was looking for names
Mathieu, Cécile
Watching them run towards ten o'clock
In the school of girls and boys
Tell me tell me
That she left for someone else but me
But not because of me
Tell me that
Tell me that
Tell me tell me
That she left for someone else but me
But not because of me
Tell me that
Tell me that
In my voodoo heart
There are four pins
That she took care to leave behind
For me to cry
I nailed my door
What came over me
I smashed the mirror where she did her braids
Put newspaper under the windows
I heard too many cries from the school
Nothing was born from our bed
