My only child & All That Is My Own / La cicatrice intérieure

My only child & All That Is My Own in “La cicatrice intérieure“ de Philippe Garrel. MY ONLY CHILD My only child be not so blind See what you hold There are no words no ears no eyes To show them what you know Their hands are old Their faces cold Their bodies close to freezing Their feelings find The morning small Too small to fill their ways with breathing The evening tall My only child remember well The words that you are told For some of them it is only easy to survive Their hands