He was there in that armchair
My spectator from the first day
Like a father overflowing with pride
For the one who was taking his turn
He was there in that armchair
First witness of my missteps
Heart trembling like a leaf
Believing that I didn't know
He was there on my galley
Lieutenant of providence
Sending me light waves
Like the sky of his Provence
He was there in that armchair
That he rented for eternity
To applaud me from the corner of his eye
And laugh from time to time

Little one, you made me very happy
You reminded me of your grandfather
Between his tears and his smile
There was no boundary

He was there in that armchair
When I made my first grimace
When I dared to show my face
To the little friends in my class
Full of modesty and indulgence
For the violence of my passions
For this beautiful intransigence
That would follow so many concessions
He was there in that armchair
My spectator from the first day
Like a father overflowing with pride
For the one who was taking his turn
In the halo of the projector
He comes to sit every night
Like any other spectator
But I am the only one to see him

Little one, you made me very happy
You reminded me of your grandfather
Between his tears and his smile
There was no boundary

He was there in that armchair
Where my eldest son will sit
Four generations welcome him
And he already knows that one beautiful evening
I will be there in that armchair
His spectator from the first day
Like a father overflowing with pride
For the one who will take his turn

Little one, you will make me happy
You will remind me of your grandfather
Between his tears and his smile
There was no boundary

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