You'll forgive me, sweetheart
For not being able to walk
Behind the wreaths
Of your trendy friends
Because your dealer
Might have been there
Among these crying people
Who only talked about you
Looking at their watch
Complaining about the cold
Assuming the shame
Of having pushed you there

Little fool, you don't even blame them
You know these scavengers are much more dead than you

You frequented a world
Of worldly fools
Where this filthy powder
Is consumed in the morning
Where money allows
To believe oneself safe
From the court of assizes
And from our contempt
That your sad universe
Inspired us clever
Sipping our beers
Or smoking our joints

Little fool, you dreamed of Byzantium
But it was Poland even in your silences

We didn't know each other
So you forgive me
I didn't cry when you
Broke your opium pipe
I thought about the hell
Of a screaming phone
To wake up your mother
In the middle of the night
I would have liked to tell her
That it wasn't your fault
That not wanting to grow old
We die before others

Little fool, you didn't want to mature
You fall before autumn just before blooming

And had I known you
It wouldn't have changed anything
Lost little child
Would you have accepted me?
I love the sun
As much as the rain
And when I wake up
And I'm alive
That's all that matters to me
Much more than happiness
Which is a matter of mediocrity
And which wears out the heart

Little fool, it's forgetting that you were there for no one
And that no one was there

You'll forgive me, sweetheart
For not being able to cry
Following the wreaths
Of your trendy friends
Because your dealer
Might have been there
Breathing these flowers
That you wouldn't like
Recounting these roses
That he paid for at the price
Of your last dose
And your last cry

Little fool, go on, rest near Morison
And not too far from me
Little fool, go on, rest near Morison
And not too far from me
Little fool, go on, rest near Morison
And not too far from me
Little fool, go on, rest near Morison
And not too far from me

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