Dans ma maison

In my house you will come
Besides, it's not my house
I don't know who it belongs to
I entered like that one day
There was no one
Only red peppers hanging on the white wall
I stayed a long time in this house
No one came
But every day and every day
I waited for you
I was doing nothing
That is, nothing serious
Sometimes in the morning
I made animal noises
I brayed like a donkey
With all my might
And it made me happy
And then I played with my feet
Feet are very smart
They take you very far
When you want to go far
And then when you don't want to go out
They stay there, keeping you company
And when there is music, they dance
You can't dance without them
You have to be as stupid as man often is
To say things as stupid
Stupid as his feet, happy as a finch
The finch is not happy
It is only happy when it is happy
And sad when it is sad or neither happy nor sad
Do we know what a finch is
Besides, it's not really called that
It's the man who called this bird that
Finch finch finch finch
How curious names are
Martin Hugo Victor by his first name
Bonaparte Napoleon by his first name
Why like this and not like that
A herd of Bonapartes passes in the desert
The emperor is called Dromedary
He has a cash horse and racing drawers
In the distance gallops a man with only three first names
He is called Tim-Tam-Tom and has no surname
A little further there is anyone
Much further there is anything
And what does it matter all that
In my house you will come
I think of something else but I only think of that
And when you enter my house
You will take off all your clothes
And you will stand still naked with your red mouth
Like the red peppers hanging on the white wall
And then you will lie down and I will lie down next to you
There
In my house that is not my house you will come.