Cécile, Ma Fille
Claude Nougaro
Cécile, My Daughter
She wanted a child
I didn’t want one
But somehow it was easy for her
With her arguments
To make you a dad
Cécile, my daughter
When her belly was round
Laughing out loud
She said to me: "Come on, celebrate, it’s gonna be a boy"
And here you are, Cécile, my daughter
And here you are, and here I am, too
I’m thirty, you’re six months
We’re face to face, eye to eye
Who’s more surprised of the two?
Long before I had you
I’d had my share of girls
Playing my heart like heads or tails
From the brunette who won
To the blonde who lost
Cécile, my daughter
And I know soon enough
You’ll have your own ideas and then some romances
Sweet words on your highs
And hands on your lows
Cécile, my daughter
I’ll wait for you all night
I’ll hear you come in without a sound
But in the morning, it’s me who’ll blush
In front of your eyes clearer than ever
That always get touched
Like me right now
Like my breath on your lashes
My kiss on your lips
In your child’s sleep
Cécile, my daughter
Cécile
