Celui qui ne savait pas pleurer

This is the story of an average guy
Who had never been able to cry
He couldn't afford it
Yet he would have liked to

Because crying relieves you
And it warms your heart
But he was past the age
To learn grief by heart

He was trying to concentrate
To be moved unexpectedly
But no, he didn't know how to cry
And that's what made him sad

To treat yourself to this little moment
Where we are truly unhappy
He was making trouble for himself
Invented serious troubles

And he knew how to do that
Judging by his past
He even tried to hang himself
Proof that he didn't like to laugh

When a beautiful misfortune presented itself
He immediately charmed her
But he had to break his heart
He couldn't find a tear

It suddenly passed away
Meeting near a fountain
Where spring washed
A kid who was in pain

In her little canvas apron
She cried like a child
He saw her eyes full of stars
So he did the same

A guy like that is not common
Because he wasn't like the rest of us
Since, for him to have sorrow
He needed the grief of others

The kid was all alone in the world
All alone during the day, all alone at night
And above all, she was blonde
So he took her with him

He is happy because it is her
Who taught him to cry
But the lesson was too good
The girl also failed everything

He became very unhappy
Cheated more than he deserves
And every day he cries a little
Now that he knows, he takes advantage of it