La petite fille aux yeux brillants
Voit la magie de ces vitrines
Où dansent les trains, yeux brûlants
Et elle voyage d’Afrique en Chine
Tous les cent mètres, un Père Noël
I spent my time wondering what am I doing here. What was the point of having done all that?
Am I ready to give up everything
Because I give too much of my heart to things
Am I ready to start from scratch, start again and again
I was a face in the crowd, unknown to the world,
Alone and abandoned, like a flag unfurled,
Sleeping on the streets, in the bitter cold,
But destiny had a plan, a story to unfold.
In a world of doubt and disbelief,
Where some question if God is real or just a myth to conceive,
I stand here with a message to share,
To open hearts and minds, to show that God is there.
In the ancient tales of old, where legends were born,
Stories of heroes and creatures, in lands forlorn.
From the mighty dragons soaring through the sky,
To the mystical beings that catch our eye.