La fée [English translation]

I've a fairy at my house too

On the rone's own rain

I've found her on the roof

In her burning train

T'was one dawn that smelled of coffee

All was clothed in frost

She was hid under a book

And the moon finished drunk

I've a fairy at my house too

And her train is burnt

She must well know

She won't ever fly she can't

Some have tried before her

Before you another was there

Over under both her wings I've found her

And she was cold I've thunk

I've a fairy at my house too

Since she read my books out loud

The television in her face blew

That outside is war

She reads diverse recurring fractions

And remains at home

By the wooden o, counting chunks

By the wooden o, counting chunks

I've a fairy at my house too

And when she eats her lunch

She makes it noise her roasted wings

And I know for sure that she is damaged

But I prefer to greet her

Or hold her let go in between my things

I've a fairy at my house too

Who'd like to fly but cannot.