He's a child, little lost man

From an unknown mother

Who comes into your room

You who will never have this sweet delight

That of having a son

That would come from your belly

But here he is, he is your host

You take him in your arms

It doesn't matter if he's from another

It is yours

 

Emotion, sensation, revolution, in your woman heart

For this little one, this piece of life

That goes into your nest like a bruised bird

Emotion, sensation, revolution, deep in your soul

For this giant, this conqueror

With innocent eyes, who will be your child

 

Of course you won't have for months

Felt moving inside you

This being of silence

Of course you will never have suffered

Of those hours of ordeal

Who are the deliverance.

But today you have one

What does it matter if his blood

Is not yours

He is your son and for a long time

 

Emotion, sensation, revolution, in your woman's heart

For this little one, this piece of life

That goes into your nest like a bruised bird

Emotion, sensation, revolution, deep in your soul

For this giant, this conqueror

Innocent gaze

Who will be your child

 

Later who knows you will tell her why

He doesn't like you

The same origins

That his parents are not the ones he thinks

But those from another time

And from another root

And despite this truth

For him you will stay

The only mother who mattered

Who will count

 

Emotion, sensation, revolution, in your woman's heart

For this little one, this piece of life

That goes into your nest like a bruised bird

Emotion, sensation, revolution, deep in your soul

For this giant, this conqueror

Innocent gaze

Who calls you mom

 

(1986)