Boulevard des Capucines
Your name that sparkles up high
Is the same as mine
It's the Olympia that celebrates
Your star that rises up high
And I see your success from afar
On stage, you are the center
The loving crowd wavers
I observe, when you sing
That the girls' eyes shine
I won't approach the lodges
Where they shower you with friendship and praise
Because modesty forbids me
From afar, you seem strong and serious
More than the boys your age
Just like when you were a child
Rue Caumartin, I watch for you
And apprehension empties me
All these painful regrets
Eat at me like acid

I ask you through this letter, my boy
To grant me your forgiveness
You know what a mess my youth was
My silence
What a mistake
What a waste of time
If I didn't manage to tell you in time
That I thought of you, all the time
My warrior, my king, my little prince

In love with women and a light life
I loved so much, I am sincere
The embrace of freedom
Neither husband, nor father and fickle
A passing breeze
Will you be able to look at me?
But you ignore my signs
You, my cruel tightrope walker
So I spit out these lines
Shattered and sleepwalking

I ask you through this letter, my boy
To grant me your forgiveness
You know, what a horror, this war
My departure
What a mistake
What a waste of time
If I didn't manage to tell you in time
That I missed you all the time
My warrior, my king, my little prince
My little prince
I'm sorry

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