Lyrics of L'idiot - Hervé Vilard

L'idiot (original)

Il volait des fromages
Aux gens de son village
Il volait pour se faire punir
Il donnait des bons points
En offrant des images
Il donnait pour se faire plaisir
Celui dont on disait:
«Il est moins que personne»
Fils de gitan ou fils de rien
Sur le magnétophone
Il attend quelqu’un
Le p’tit con qui portait
Toutes les fleurs au cimetière
Simplement parce qu’il avait dit
Qu’il avait des cousins
Et cinq ou six grands-pères
Oui, je veux parler de celui
Qui riait de l’amour
En voyant les mariés
Lancer des dragées aux enfants
Il s’en moque toujours
Mais moi, je sais qu’il ment
Il a les larmes aux yeux
Devant les cathédrales
Il a le c ur en deux
Quand un enfant a mal
Et il ferme les yeux
Sur tous ses souvenirs
Pour mieux se faire mentir
Il n’a rien oublié
Il n’oubliera jamais
Les champs de blé ni les bleuets
Ce garçon plein d’histoires
Regardait les canards
S’envoler au bout des marais
Il ne dit jamais rien
Et quand il serre les poings
C’est seulement pour avoir moins peur
C’est comme s’il rattrapait
Un morceau du bonheur
Avec les larmes aux yeux
Devant les cathédrales
Avec le c ur en deux
Quand un enfant a mal
Et il ferme ses yeux
Sur tous ses souvenirs
Pour mieux se faire mentir
Ecoute-le chanter
Cet idiot du village
Ecoute-le te dire: «Je t’aime»
Dire qu’il a mis trente ans
A être un enfant

(translation)

He was stealing cheese
To the people of his village
He was stealing to get punished
He gave good points
By offering images
He gave to please himself
The one of whom it was said:
"He is less than anyone"
Son of a gypsy or son of nothing
On the tape recorder
He's waiting for someone
The little idiot who wore
All the flowers in the cemetery
Just because he said
That he had cousins
And five or six grandfathers
Yes, I mean the one
who laughed at love
Seeing the bride and groom
Throw candies to children
He always doesn't care
But I know he's lying
He has tears in his eyes
In front of the cathedrals
He's got his heart in two
When a child is in pain
And he closes his eyes
Of all his memories
To better lie to each other
He forgot nothing
He will never forget
Wheat fields nor blueberries
This boy full of stories
watched the ducks
Fly over the swamps
He never says anything
And when he clenches his fists
It's only to be less afraid
It's like he's catching up
A piece of happiness
With tears in my eyes
In front of the cathedrals
With the heart in two
When a child is in pain
And he closes his eyes
Of all his memories
To better lie to each other
Hear him sing
That idiot from the village
Hear him tell you, "I love you"
To say that it took thirty years
To be a child