When I was little, I was dumped, we say here 'in Lourdes'
In what we call a heavy family
Love was the opposite of doubt
The head pressed against the oil stove
Dreamer and I even dare say in cotton
Waiting for someone to draw me a sheep.
Sheep I was, even in the tonsure
But the Brushings are not in literature
My mother's hand was there in case of doubt
Like an umbrella that protects you from drops
From rain, and I even dare say from bad weather
br/>We had nothing, we were happy.
[Chorus:]
But that was before they told me to get out
And before they stopped talking to me in the present tense
/>Before they tear up my pages
And they say to me: 'place and on to the next one'
Before they tell me there are no more seats
And... before someone no longer speaks to me in the present tense
Before someone tears out a page and tells me
Before was before... and on to the next one.
As a child, I was nice, I was even pleasant
I wrote with both elbows on the table
I took the nonsense out of my mouth
Like a little prince of humanity
Dreamer, I gave up my place to the elderly
For a smile, a handful of sugared almonds.
I took off my cap when entering school
But being polite doesn't exempt you from being stuck
Kind, and at the same time last in the class
Aroused, as a slug could be
I was asleep, I even dare to say so deep
And the ceiling collapses.
[Repeat Chorus:]
For I was waiting, little prince of gluttons
For packets of candy
There was no change but it was just like
Because the kiss replaced the thrifter
Dreamer, and despite the coal chores
My reward was a kiss to the 'horizon
But past the century where they put you in a convent
I was so bad, my mother took the lead
And showed up at school with a rag in her hair
The teacher said 'look at these erasures!'
With her heart in pieces, she made the water and salt speak
And returned to her dishes...
[Repeat Chorus:]
At 6 p.m. sharp, the mason showed up
One look and at cooking time
He said 'you want our purses cut'
At these words a tear came down from the big dipper
And I understood that there was only one way
To learn the art of multiplication.
Since then I I didn't want to look like the statues anymore
And I left my friends at the gym
My mother threw a book at me on the table
A big thing that didn't fit in my schoolbag
It's all these words that lit the light
And a special dedication to little Robert.

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