He was a cobbler, with nothing particular
In a village whose name has escaped me
Who made shoes so pretty, so light
That our lives seemed a little less heavy to bear

He put time, talent and heart into it
So his life passed in the midst of our hours
And far from the beautiful speeches, the great theories
To his task every day, one could say of him
He changed life

He was a teacher, a simple teacher
Who thought that knowledge was a great treasure
That all the less than nothing had to get by
That school and the right that everyone has to educate themselves

He put time, talent and heart into it
So his life passed in the midst of our hours
And far from the beautiful speeches, the great theories
To his task every day, one could say of him
He changed life

He was a little man, just a little man
Clumsy and dreamy, a bit of a failure in short
Believed himself useless, banished from other men
He cried on his saxophone

He put so much time, tears and pain into it
The dreams of his life, the prisons of his heart
And far from the beautiful speeches, the great theories
Inspired day after day by his breath and his cries
He changed life
He changed life
He changed life
He changed life
He changed life
He changed, he changed life
He changed life
He changed life

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