(Jean-Loup Chauby)
A child, child just like all the others
A child, child who could be yours
A child, child like those of his age
A child, child who dreams of voyage (travel)
A child, child to trail in the round
A child, child in the middle of the city
A child, child thus the heart is fragile
It is me, yes it is me, this child It is me,
Yes it is me who's lost among the large ones
A child, child who is ni different
Parents, Parents no different from yours
A child, child who admires his father
A child, child and who loves his mother
A child, child who invents dreams
A child, child as soon as the day is completed
A child, child thus the spirit roves
A child, child that the sun innonde
It is me, yes it is me, this child It is me,
Yes it is me who's lost among the large ones
A child, child who needs to laugh
A child, child who wanted all to tell you
A child, child which is always the same child
A child, child... a child who loves you
