Rest your head upon my shoulder
(This hole is made for you!)
The days are making me older
(But maybe I could be of use!)
I could be of use to someone,
A lonely orphin, an eccentric, a mad one
Who has shared my language,
And used my words
To curse the world
(What a cold place to be!
It's too cruel for people like us!)
This world that I despise,
Where I find myself a stranger,
Has buried my heart
Under gigantic monuments
Cold, repugnant buildings
Made of loneliness and stone,
In this sad place, it's impossible to find a home!
A lonely flower, unseen and shy,
A bird with a broken wing, struggling to fly,
The deep howling of the wind,
The painful cry of the sea,
The hesitant smile of a lover,
Could make a home for me!
