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When her mother gave birth to Léo,
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she died immediatly
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in the ruins of a pub.
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It was the War.
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He grows up,
we don't know how,
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inventing a lot of moms
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prostitutes, women without money,
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misery.
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As he was fluency
and wasn't idiot
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he became gigolo during adolescence.
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In chic women's bed
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he offered his talents.
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To want too much money,
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we end in jail!
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In the obscurity of a cell,
we confine the poor Léo
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with gangsters & bastards.
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It was winter.
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"Seems that you were a prostitute"
said a man in the cell,
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"you're gonna keep us warm,
and no manners!"
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Demoralized and wanted to die
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he read in a newspaper
"You can write to me,
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my name is Lila.
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You're a prisonner.
Write me if you want,
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I'll be your freedom."
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It needed some years
before Léo's release,
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but one day
it's over, he's free
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He will meet her,
the one he calls Sweetheart
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He will kiss her
He makes the proud.
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He see on the road
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a black wooden coffin,
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he salutes the crying men
and steals a flower.
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He arrives excited
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and knocks breathless
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but the one he loved...
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he just saw her.
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In this small apartment
there's nothing important
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but on a table: 2 musical instruments
and a letter...
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"My dear Léo, don't waste your life,
do this for me I beg you
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take this bow, this musical saw,
become honest."
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In the street he goes
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plays musical saw
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but he plays so bad
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that even deaf people speak about it.
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Exasperated neigbhors
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one day are obliged
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to bannish him from the neighborhood!
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Then one day in pubs,
when nothing new happens
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we read on newspaper:
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"We found under a truck
the body of a poor pilgrim,
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sawn arms and a bow,
a mystery."
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If even today
we can heard this refrain,
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it's b'cause from the back of his yard,
one day a musician,
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without thinking about the continuation,
just in search of a melody,
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wrote for orchestra...
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Les Hurlements d'Léo!
