Don't believe in these stories of spirits haunting manors
These translucent creatures that flee by passing through walls
To these so-called chain noises, nor to the white sheets that walk around, don't believe in them no
Don't believe in them no

Don't believe in these nightmares, these dreams where everything is cold and dark
Which sometimes parade in your heads with their armies of skeletons
What hides under your beds is just sleeping dust, don't believe in it no
Don't believe in it no

If there is a ghost here, it wears a wide dark suit
It only has the night for a friend, it moves like a shadow
It holds its lamp at arm's length

Don't believe in these stories, of spirits knocking in cupboards
There is nothing of the sort, neither crow nailed on the door
Neither witches with owl cries, nor vampires holding you by the neck, don't believe in them no
Don't believe in them no

If there is a ghost here, it wears a wide dark suit
It only has the night for a friend, it moves like a shadow
It holds its lamp at arm's length
And it's me

There is nothing in this world
To appear or disappear
In the space of a few seconds
Except for happiness maybe

If there is a ghost here, it wears a wide dark suit
It only has the night for a friend, it moves like a shadow
It holds its lamp at arm's length
And it's me

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