The disguised child the lost, the make up child.

The makeup child
I am the child trained in the public squares
Make up by the time I have five and a half centuries.

I know of life lyrics and music
I am scared sometimes but I have many friends
I play the tambourine for birthdays, these moribund gods turning to the winds
What are the pride, fear or desire to please
Vieillard, the age has come to be afraid of children

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The makeup child
I am the makeup child.

I do not have, I do not have a fatherland
I speak with my hands for a few initiates
And I know how to put my wisdom into madness
To scare notaries, priests, grocers.

I was born, I'm afraid, in a cathedral
A step away from a brothel and a steam bath
Do not be surprised if I like the scandal
I am of these children to be afraid.

The child disguised
I am a disguised child

A child who looks like your dreams fools
ones you remember at the moment of awakening
I have no mission to leave you alone
disguised Archangel or devil
watch it I am of your time.

A make-up child who has lived a lot
I leave you by leaving my laugh and my defrock
I am the child found that you lost

A child made up
I am the makeup child
I am the made up, the lost.