Trois petits tours traducción al Inglés

He's a mysterious boy
A ferret that slips through your fingers
Have you seen him go here
And go there
Without slowing a single time
Three little turns, then he's gone

I don't know if he's nice
At times you would say almost a cat
You never hear him coming
And suddenly he is there
Who smiles, does not talk
Three little turns and he's gone

Alone in my fishbowl
I think I understand his absences
And hear in his silences
His beating heart

He becomes cynical
Like a bear he worries and inspires fear
You must not force his door
Nor play stronger
Let him come by himself
Three little tours and there you are

Alone in my fishbowl
I hear the call of his soul
Like a sadness, a tear
A cry of the heart

Alone in my fishbowl
I hear the call of his soul
Like a sadness, a tear
A cry of the heart

I would like him to play his music for us
And sometimes play him mine as well
But too bad if he is not available
All the impossible dreams
Have known to set the tone for us
Three little tours and there you are
Life, love, it's like that
Three little turns and he's gone