Hidden from passersby, at the end of an alley
I'm the artisan of the most beautiful things
To make people dream with the turn of a crank
With care, I make the most beautiful things
I do my best in my factory
I do what I can in the back room
I spend my time putting into bottles
These things you don't find on your shelves
I put words into my stills
I've got stocks of unique notes
I sell wind and voices from elsewhere
I tinker with dreams, I get up at all hours
Hidden from passersby, at the end of an alley
I'm the artisan of the most beautiful things
To make people dream with the turn of a crank
With care, I make the most beautiful things
I watch life on the sidewalk
There are rusty hearts that I repair
Loads of memories that I restore
In the workshop behind my blinds
There are plenty of smiles in front of my shop window
Everything I imagine is better than life
Entertainer or soother of souls
Open even at night, ladies and gentlemen
Hidden from passersby, at the end of an alley
I'm the artisan of the most beautiful things
To make people dream with the turn of a crank
With care, I make the most beautiful things
For overtime, I have no limits
I'm all yours, I'm coming right away
There's so many people waiting outside
The world is in such need of feelings
And if tomorrow I had to stop
If the shop had to close
I might not have been the best
But what I did, I did from the heart
Hidden from passersby, at the end of an alley
I'm a merchant of the most beautiful things
To make people dream, to make the customers smile
I'm like my parents, I turn the crank