Giant Jack

Jack comes home
 Giant Jack was dead
 Giant Jack is maybe dead
 Giant Jack looks dead
 Giant Jack is not dead!
 He's carrying his shadow
 Through the grave city grave
 Skeleton tree growing
 On his own grave
 He's trembling cold
 With a frozen wind blowing
 Blowing through his teeth
 Blowing through his mouth
 Battle on his big blinked eyes
 Jack is on my back now...
 I was trembling like a bird with no feather on the skin
 I had gasoline all over my wings
 He looked like a storm with a solid body
 He looked like a storm...
 He took off his shadow and put it on mine
 I said:
 «It's too large for a little me»
 He said: «You need this big black shadow
 To fight against the night
 It's a good shadow A bit encumbering
 And cold like ice...
 But it will protect you well»
 He said
 He wore a strange coat with a hundred pockets full of books
 He said: «I give you books cos' books are really good to fight against the night»
 Giant Jack shakes my hand
 Giant Jack and little me…
 Giant Jack is on my back!
 Giant Jack is on my back!