My name is Jean-Baptiste, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin
Upholsterer or artist, today my destiny is at stake
The same destiny that took my mother whom I loved so much
If happiness has a price, I paid it a long time ago

My childhood was lonely, and suffering was my only friend
Until the day my grandfather opened my eyes to life
He took me wandering through the streets of Paris
Where I relearned to love and then to laugh at life

You will end up falling, falling, falling
Wanting to shine with pride and vanity
You will end up falling, falling, falling

My grandfather introduced me to very rough and gruff people
To the Comedia Del Arte, and street performances
In theaters, I discovered the beginnings of my passion
The decor and its reverse became my obsession

But my father settled everything, he won't give me a choice
For the King, I will be an upholsterer, what an honor for a bourgeois
But I don't want this brilliant future
I want to have the choice of what I want to become

You will end up falling, falling, falling
Wanting to shine with pride and vanity
You will end up falling, falling, falling
From the heights, falling, falling, falling

And then there is Madelaine, the most beautiful of actresses
She reached out to me, she showed me the way
With her I want to grow, with her I want to build
I want to be her future, but I don't know how to tell her

My name is Jean-Baptiste, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin
I have chosen my destiny, I will be an actor

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