Dans ma maison

In my house, you will come
Though it’s not really my house
I don’t know who it belongs to
I just walked in one day
There was no one around
Only red peppers hanging on the white wall
I stayed a long time in this house
No one showed up
But every day and every day
I waited for you

I wasn’t doing anything
I mean nothing serious
Sometimes in the morning
I’d make animal sounds
I’d yell like a donkey
With all my might
And it made me happy
Then I’d play with my feet
Feet are really smart
They take you far away
When you want to go far
And when you don’t want to go out
They just stay there, keeping you company

And when there’s music, they dance
You can’t dance without them
You have to be as dumb as man often is
To say such stupid things
Like dumb as your feet, happy as a finch
The finch isn’t happy
It’s only happy when it’s happy
And sad when it’s sad or neither happy nor sad
Do we even know what a finch is?
Besides, it doesn’t really have that name
It’s man who named this bird that
Finch, finch, finch, finch

How curious names are
Martin, Hugo, Victor as his first name
Bonaparte, Napoleon as his first name
Why like this and not like that?
A herd of Bonapartes passes through the desert
The emperor is named Dromedary
He has a horse trunk and racing drawers
In the distance, a man gallops with only three names
His name is Tim-Tam-Tom and he has no grand name
A little further, there’s anyone
Much further, there’s anything
And what does it all matter anyway?

In my house, you will come
I think of other things but I can only think of this
And when you walk into my house
You’ll take off all your clothes
And you’ll stand still, naked, with your red lips
Like the red peppers hanging on the white wall
Then you’ll lie down and I’ll lie down next to you
There you go
In my house that isn’t my house, you will come