He has the glance economist
He has the rare verb, Ca plait me
He likes the song of the doves and the odor of the coffee
And these small things which one makes without thinking of it
It is my man, my flag
My man, that which I need
I shiver I take water
It is my man, my shelter, my bed, my hero
Does not it would not know how to shine
Or like a banal headlight, forgets
In its ordinary sea
It breaks the waves without seeing
These thousands of lights
That it offers to me without wanting it
It is my man, my flag
My man, that which I need
I shiver I take water
It is my man, my fire, my rest
It is my man, my friend
Who forgives, that which one chooses
I tatonne, I failed
It is my man who does what he says
It is my man I admire it
My ozone, the air which I breathe
My opium, my day
Oh my man, my roof, my way, my love
