| What joy | 
| If I've been looking for you for a lifetime without finding you | 
| Without even having the satisfaction of having you | 
| To see you go | 
| What joy | 
| What joy | 
| If I can't even imagine you anymore | 
| Without knowing whether to fly, whether to crawl | 
| In short, I no longer know where to look for you | 
| What joy | 
| What joy | 
| Without pretending to sleep with your cheek on mine | 
| Knowing instead that tomorrow "Hello, how are you" | 
| A pat on the back and off you go | 
| What joy ... | 
| What joy | 
| Change face a hundred times to pretend to be a child | 
| To be a child ... | 
| With a hospitable smile, laugh and sing, make noise | 
| In short, pretend that it is always a carnival | 
| Always a carnival ... | 
| Without joy | 
| Go out early in the morning | 
| The head full of thoughts | 
| Avoid cars and newspapers | 
| Get home quickly | 
| So much today is like yesterday | 
| Without joy | 
| Even on trains and airplanes | 
| Or on an illuminated stage | 
| Make a bow to those in front of you | 
| And they are many and they clap their hands | 
| Without joy | 
| In bed together without peace | 
| With nothing left to invent | 
| Being forced to hurt yourself too | 
| To be able to forgive oneself with sweetness | 
| And continue | 
| With joy | 
| Pretend that basically everywhere | 
| There are people with the same problems as you | 
| To then found an evening club | 
| For frenzied and slightly foolish madmen | 
| Pretending the race is | 
| Get to the grand finale in health | 
| While Andrea is ready | 
| With a stick and a hundred teeth | 
| Asking you to pay | 
| For his meals he badly eaten | 
| The stolen dreams, the forced thefts | 
| For being killed | 
| Fifteen times at the end of an avenue | 
| For fifteen years, on Christmas Eve ... " |