I was born upside down
In a weird house
A kind of old mansion
Where nothing is square
The ceiling is on the floor
The winding stairs
Don't go anywhere
They're props
And in my room it's dark
These are accessories
And in my room, it's dark
My bed on the side
The ceiling is on the floor
I sleep with my feet up in the air
In the mansion upside down
There are only seven of us left
My sister my mother my father
Two cousins u200bu200band the ancestor
In the mansion upside down
The mansion upside down
We never speak
What serves us to talk
We get together
At dinner time
And it's a bit sad to see
The side table
The seven wobbly chairs
The silence is total
We read a few books
There are thousands of them
But none gives us
Any thought
I don't know who built
One day or one night
This cursed mansion
This cacophony
But sometimes our ancestor
Between two beginnings
Gives us the secret
But no one understands it
Three and three make us eighteen
The earth doesn't turn
And God is somewhere
Somewhere over there
In the mansion upside down
And in my room it's dark
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The ceiling is on the floor
I sleep with my feet up
In the mansion upside down
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