Léo Ferré - Pretty kid

Original Title: "Jolie môme"
Year: 1960

You are completely naked
Under your sweater
There is the street
Which is crazy,
Pretty kid

You have your heart
Around your neck
And happiness
Tucked under
Pretty kid

You have the mascara
That goes away
It's the thaw
Of the lovers
Pretty kid

Your meadow
It smells good
Make a gift out of it
To friends
Pretty kid

You are just a flower
Of the spring
Who doesn't care of the hour
And the weather
You are just a rose
Burst
Which one lays down
On the side
Pretty kid

You are just a touch
of sun
In the grief
of waking up

You are just a camp
Who is turned off
Like a lamp
In the morning
Pretty kid

Your kisses
Are sharp
Like an acute accent
Pretty kid

Your small breasts
are fresh of the day
Soft-boiled
To love
Pretty kid

Your barrier
Of rustles
Gotta get stuck with it
But it's soft
Pretty kid

Your violet
Is the violen
Which is being assaulted
And it's good
Pretty kid

You are just a flower
Of pastimes
Who doesn't care of the hour
And the weather
You are just a star
of love
Which is being webbed
During the fine days
Pretty kid

You are just a point
On the "i"
Of the sorrow
Of live
And just a thing
Of life
Which is watered
Which is being forgotten
Pretty kid

You only have one pair
of eyes
At the poker
Of the conquests
Pretty kid

You only have one rhyme
to happiness
It has to rhyme
or to cry
Pretty kid

You are just a source
In the middle
which splashes
of some good lord
Pretty kid

You only have one door
made of a white veil
Which we push
While singing
Pretty kid

You are just a poor
small flower
Which one make sentimental
And who dies
You are just a woman
To iron
When her soul
Is creased
Pretty kid

You are just a leaf
of autumn
Which one removes the petals from
Monotomous
You are just a joy
gone away
Come at my place
To find it back
Pretty kid

You are completely naked
Under your sweater
There is the street
That is crazy
Pretty kid!

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