They all knew me, knew me before
They remember it
In the time of water and black bread
Without mirabelle
They shared everything:
Their buttered toast
And lying in their bed
My long insomnia
And I search, I search in vain
I call
My memories of the past
My unfaithful ones
I have no memory, not the slightest memory
Of the landscape
Of their faces
They were much fewer
I remember
In the time of water and black bread
Without mirabelle
They owed me nothing
They regret nothing
But they shouldn't come
Claiming that in the past
They, remember,
Rocked me on their knees
The ra, the ra, the raptors
The ra, the ra, the raptors
They would invent, for a bit
What indecency
The first words, the first games
Of my childhood
They knew me in Passy
They knew me in Bavaria
Or simply
At the soup kitchen
And me, not seen, not seen, not caught
Tell, recount
I have my polite smile
Of worldly women
And me, but yes, but yes
And me, thank you, thank you
For coming tonight
For coming, good evening
Yesterday, they were feasting
At other tables
Tomorrow, it's at your place they'll go
To sit at the table
These unknown friends, whom I have never seen
But they shouldn't come
To warm themselves under my roof
Let them go and take their legs
And curtsies
Let them take their know-how elsewhere
Their fine manners
They are ugly, they are not beautiful, they are ridiculous
In short, they give me a headache like a clock
Oh, they shouldn't come, no, I won't feed
These ra, these ra, these raptors
These ra, these ra, these raptors
To those who knew me before
I am faithful
In the time of water and black bread
Without mirabelle
Those who shared
Their buttered toast
And lying in their bed
My long insomnia
Those, I have the memory
In my mind
Those can come back to me
It's without issue
Let them come today
They can appear
Those, yes, I will know
How to recognize them
The friends of the past
Those who are not
The ra, the ra, the raptors
The ra, the ra, the raptors...

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