Outside, the streets are full of shop windows
There are Christmases that fascinate you
People buy and imagine
That it makes them happy
The two of us We are far from being millionaires
We eat everything we live on the floor
But happiness is a resident
We have always been with us
At our house, it smells like soup and the baby sleeping
The records crack because we play them often
Our dogs are crazy but not at all naughty
In our house, the door remains open day and night
There is always a plate of spaghetti
And coffee? all warm for friends
Here, the capital is tenderness
We will draw our wisdom
In the silence of caresses
So, the great speeches the beautiful words
All these slogans that cajole you
The crazy rhythm of crazy cities
It doesn't stick with us
At home, we set the time by the noise of our neighbors
And there isn't a nail in the walls that sticks
But the beautiful nights spent reading a book
At home, the word hello really means hello
Are we arguing? words of love
It doesn't seem like we live in a tower
At home, it smells like soup and babies. sleeping
The records crack because we play them often
Our dogs are crazy but not at all naughty
In our house, the door remains open day and night
There is always a plate of spaghetti
And coffee? all warm for the friends
And then when the tribe joins the pillows
I take out my board, my pen and my papers
Come on, old man! It's time to work!

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