And oh, by the light of the moon my friend Pierrot
Lent me his quill to write the words
That will dance in the atmosphere of our songs
Everything is written in the stars, the celestial bodies and the constellations
We dream of the craziest words that we would draw from the source
To warm up eventually in a bain-marie in the Big Dipper
The wind brings the words, the clouds tell the stories
But without Pierrot, the dreams stay in the closet

Slumped on his moon like an inanimate puppet
Pierrot gives you his tears to compose
Like a merchant of reason awaken your imagination
With the nose in the universe we spin a little less round

And it's not late yet but I'm a bit sleepy
After a hard day the moon has defeated the sun
Pretty crescent that spins round that we find in all the songs
Please pass me up there the complaints department

Hey Pierrot?
Could you cry a little on me? I'm clumsy
And people are fed up with me
To hear words that I did not choose
That chance misunderstood
Pierrot for once I beg you
If I don't write I can't sing
And it hurts my heart you know
You are for me one of those
In whom we say we believe a little
It's kind of a declaration
Under the stars and your house
I'm not asking you for the moon Pierrot

And up there I saw the puppet and his beautiful white outfit
Wave at me
And show me his teeth
Then a grimace a funny air and a few eyelid beats
A summer rain in the middle of spring
To these waters soaked like a soup and surprised of course
I wrung all that out in jam jars
And it can always be useful and I resell them at worst
It's not drugs but a little drop in the nose is pleasant

And oh, by the light of the moon my friend Pierrot
Lent me his quill to write the words
That will dance in the atmosphere of our songs
Everything is written in the stars, the celestial bodies and the constellations
We dream of the craziest words that we would draw from the source
To warm up eventually in a bain-marie in the Big Dipper
The wind brings the words, the clouds tell the stories
But without Pierrot, the dreams stay in the closet

Slumped on his moon like an inanimate puppet
Pierrot gives you his tears to compose
Like a merchant of reason awaken your imagination
With the nose in the universe we spin a little less round

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