He was built like a sparrow
That would have been sick
In his mouth, behind his cigarette butt
There were swear words in cascades
He wasn't very big, this little guy
But he was a real ball of hate
People called him all sorts of names
Even those who barely knew him
Called him the pest

He hadn't known his parents
He was from the orphanage
That kind of school, to make you happy
It's not exactly paradise
Besides, you could read in his eyes
That for him to be okay, you had to fear him
If you didn't play his game
Damn, the beatings you would get
He was a pest

With the girls, the johns
He was even meaner
I steal your money, I punch you
You fall in love and I take off
For his little face, his fists of steel
More than one would have thrown herself into the Seine
They talked to him about love, about passion
He responded with punches
He was a pest

He hadn't celebrated his twentieth birthday
When, one November night
They found him stiff as a candle
Hanged in the middle of his room
If there's a good God, a holy virgin
They need to welcome him
Because before crossing to the other side
He told me no one loves me
I'm just a poor pest

But I, who knew him a bit
When I sometimes think about it
Damn, how unhappy he was
Damn, how much suffering he hid
Under the pale blondness of his bangs
In his sad eyes, in his demeanor
But I'm sure in heaven, he's an angel
And when I think of him my heart bleeds
Goodbye the pest, goodbye the pest, goodbye the pest

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