Little Boy
Hey little boy, what’re this stars in your eyes,
What’re you dreaming at this time?
Is there a beautiful woman naked upon you,
Is there some friends you can live with,
Isn’t your mind full of stuffs you could do?
Is this nothing you have had to worry with?
Wake up little boy before the stars falling
Future only smiles at the early morning.
Grow up now, or you won’t be able to smile,
You want to know how stepping out the line.
C’mon little boy I know you’re afraid,
It may not be a moment of pleasure,
But it’s time to straighten your head,
To show them you can beat the measure.
You’re always alone little boy, you’re a little hurt
Follow me, I will transform you into lover.
You see, you can’t even now have a flirt,
But this cute girl’s staring at you very closer.
How do you feel, you lucky little boy?
I know you’re burning in prison now,
That’s love, always shaking you boy,
First happyness and you don’t wanna slow.
Sometimes your life seems going so fast,
My little boy don’t look behind the train,
Here you need to grow again, you have to fight,
Prove to yourself there is blood in your veins.
Little boy I hope you have stars in your eyes,
Cause you’re not dreaming at this time.
What’re you dreaming at this time?
Is there a beautiful woman naked upon you,
Is there some friends you can live with,
Isn’t your mind full of stuffs you could do?
Is this nothing you have had to worry with?
Wake up little boy before the stars falling
Future only smiles at the early morning.
Grow up now, or you won’t be able to smile,
You want to know how stepping out the line.
C’mon little boy I know you’re afraid,
It may not be a moment of pleasure,
But it’s time to straighten your head,
To show them you can beat the measure.
You’re always alone little boy, you’re a little hurt
Follow me, I will transform you into lover.
You see, you can’t even now have a flirt,
But this cute girl’s staring at you very closer.
How do you feel, you lucky little boy?
I know you’re burning in prison now,
That’s love, always shaking you boy,
First happyness and you don’t wanna slow.
Sometimes your life seems going so fast,
My little boy don’t look behind the train,
Here you need to grow again, you have to fight,
Prove to yourself there is blood in your veins.
Little boy I hope you have stars in your eyes,
Cause you’re not dreaming at this time.


3 Comments:
Bon bah premz...
Alors que dire... J'ai du mal avec l'anglais, certes, mais je tiens tout de même à souligner l'ampleur et la dimension de l'art que nous fait partager éric, en liant sur ce blog, un français impeccable, de l'humour, de la mélancolie, et au hasard d'une page, un petit texte en anglais, qui vaudrait avec un autre nom, tout l'or du monde... Merci !
bon ben deuz, et c'est la deuxième fois que j'écris paske le mess d'avant ne s'est pas publié...
très beau texte! vraiment bien écrit (on croirait preske que c'est un anglais qui l'a écrit!). il dégage beaucoup de mélancolie tout de même...
en tout cas, tu ne savais pas s'il allait convenir au blog mais il s'adapte parfaitement
gros bisous
Third ! Ptit coucou des USA XD
C'est vraiment pas mal du tout mon ptit eric :D
It's a really nice poem...
You should write some books for kids lol
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