JacknComesnHomennGiant Jack was deadnGiant Jack is maybe deadnGiant Jack looks deadnGiant Jack is not dead!nnHe’s carrying his shadownThrough the grave city gravenSkeleton tree growingnOn his own gravenHe’s trembling coldnWith a frozen wind blowingnBlowing through his teethnBlowing through his mouthnBattle on his big blinked eyesnJack is on my back now...nnI was trembling like a bird with no feather on the skinnI had gasoline all over my wingsnHe looked like a storm with a solid bodynHe looked like a storm...nHe took off his shadow and put it on minenI said :nIt’s too large for a little menHe said : You need this big black shadownTo fight against the nightnIt’s a good shadow A bit encumberingnAnd cold like ice...nBut it will protect you wellnHe saidnHe wore a strange coat with a hundred pockets full of booksnHe said : I give you books 'cause books are really good to fight against the nightnGiant Jack shakes my handnGiant Jack and little me…nGiant Jack is on my back!nGiant Jack is on my back!!