Here it is
Wild, like a giant, proud and happy
I take my baby in my arms
Fragile, innocent, and alive
Like a little bird pushing against my chest
Abandoned, quiet, and safe
For an instant, almost sweetly
Destiny appears to me like a dream
I see myself old, surrendered
Seated there near the coal fire
Waiting for the evening with the anxiety of a child
Just to see him coming back home
The gift of his smile, his words and kindness
It's like a promise that can solve the enormous joy of one of his caresses
Then I wake up, and I've already forgotten
But inside of me, the kid's trapped soul advises me
That this newborn child is already more important to me than that --
My own life