La Fée

I also have a fairy at home.
On the gutters, trickling down.
I found her on a roof.
In her burning train.
It was a morning, it smelled like coffee.
Everything was covered in frost,
She had hidden under a book.
And the Moon, ended up drunk.
I also have a fairy at home
And her train is burned.
She must know well that she can't.
Will never be able to fly again.
Others have tried before her.
Before you, another was there.
I found her folded under her wings,
And I thought she was cold.
I also have a fairy at home.

From my shelves, she looks up...
At the television thinking,
That outside it's war.
She reads various magazines
And stays at home
At the window; counting the hours
At the window; counting the hours

I also have a fairy at home
And when she has her lunch
She makes a noise with her grilled wings
And I know well that she is disturbed
But I prefer to kiss her
Or hold her between my fingers
I also have a fairy at home
Who would like to fly, but can't