Jonathan Cerrada Moreno (Jonatan is his stage name) was born on September 12, 1985, in Liege in Belgium. He lives in Ans, with his parents Victoria and Valentine and his four brothers and sisters: Julien, Rafael, Audrey and Raquel. 
At 8 years of age, he attended the Royal Opera of Wallonia where he appeared in many
large scale events. 
He started to compose his own songs towards 10-11 years. He left the Opera at the age of 14, and begun to try to get a career in popular entertainment.
He tried his arm with various castings, song contests etc. He recorded commercials on the radio and for the models.
No translation can do this justice....
In the medium of all the castings which it passes, he's retained in that of "A the Research of New the Star", large a casting televised allowing to find the true news star of the
French-speaking song. Jonatan, after weeks of competition, gain this emission, what enables him to leave his own album...  

The following paragraph was taken from a fan site, and disturbed me so much I had to worry you all (as you can see, he does have a tie)...
"The famous tie! Where that his goes, where it is, Jonatan never leaves his tie! But it is not around its neck, but tied with the size!
Linked, striped, scratched...."
Hmm.

The Singer
 
Belgian Jonatan likes ties. The card! And he goes face to face, guitar-to guitar, with the other big-Four representatives, Ramon, Max, and James Fox, in the "best generic almost-decent Talent show Eurovision hopeful, though ultimately doomed to a short-lived career" award of the year 2004. His voice, like many other males this year, is average. And you can't get anymore interested in Jonatan than that.

The Past
Socialist France, and one of the Big Four, who more often than not go down the "chanteuse" route (and woe-betide any entrant differing from the norm). They had a lot of success in the early years when usually only 4 countries took part, and the Brits were represented by a young Paul Shane. 
They had a rough time in the late 90's however, precipitated by a bad Fanny (oh, that old story), but have chanteused it back into the limelight since then, and are unfortunately well overdue another victory.

The Song

A version I've got of this is the shortest of the contest. At a mere 2 minutes, 10 seconds the French kindly did us a favour. Although not a full-on Gallic ballad, it still carries a definite scent of Roquefort about it. Of especial interst here has to be the mute stilt-walking dark skinned lady, who finds it pitifully easy to tower ove the scamp Jonatan. Rotten stuff.

Overall

Disappointing. In most things, including Eurosong, France normally manage to raise a strong reaction from me. But this doesn't. It's not terrible, it's not good. It won't win, it won't finish bottom. It's a young Belgian lad, who seems to break into a woman's hotel room while she's sleeping in the video, and sings slightly off-key on her bed. Another leatherette sweat band on show, which could well be the accoutrement of choice this year. Deserved mid-table...

In a Nutshell
"Self-assured, arrogant...are you sure he's not French?"

À chaque pas 

À chaque pas
Il y a des blessures
Qu'on devra oublier
Tellement de ratures
Qu'il faudra effacer

Souffler très fort pour que s'envole
De nos cœurs la rancune
Et puis faire tomber
Les barrières une à une

À chaque pas que l'on fera
À chaque geste qu'on offrira
Ce sera le début d'un autre demain
Dans chaque mot que l'on dira
Dans ce futur qu'on construira
C'est l'amour que dessineront nos mains

Il y a des injures
Qu'il faudra pardonner
Des cris contre des murs
Qui les feront tomber

Déposons les armes à nos pieds
Délaissons nos armures
Pour que nos conflits
Ne soient plus que murmure

À chaque pas que l'on fera
À chaque geste qu'on offrira
Ce sera le début d'un autre demain
Dans chaque mot que l'on dira
Dans ce futur qu'on construira
C'est l'amour que dessineront nos mains

La bataille sera longue
Mais tu sais elle en vaut la peine
L'enfant en nous trouvera le chemin

Il y a des fêlures
Qui resteront brisées
Des coups un peu durs
À jamais marqués

À chaque pas que l'on fera
À chaque geste qu'on offrira
Ce sera le début d'un autre demain
Dans chaque mot que l'on dira
Dans ce futur qu'on construira
C'est l'amour que dessineront nos mains

C'est l'amour que dessineront nos mains

With every step
 
With every step
There are wounds
That we'll have to forget
So many erasures
That we'll have to wipe out

Blowing very hard so that
The rancor flies away from our hearts
And then let
The barriers fall one by one

With every step that we'll take
With every gesture that we'll offer
It will be the beginning of another tomorrow
In every word that we'll say
In this future that we'll build
It's love that our hands will draw

There are insults
That we'll have to forgive
Cries against walls
That will make them fall

Let's lay down the weapons at our feet
Let's abandon our armors
So that our conflicts
Will only be a whisper

With every step that we'll take
With every gesture that we'll offer
It will be the beginning of another tomorrow
In every word that we'll say
In this future that we'll build
It's love that our hands will draw

The battle will be long
But you know it's worthwhile
The children in us will find the way

There are cracks
That will remain broken
Slightly hard punches
Marked for eternity

With every step that we'll take
With every gesture that we'll offer
It will be the beginning of another tomorrow
In every word that we'll say
In this future that we'll build
It's love that our hands will draw

It's love that our hands will draw
Prediction Semi Final N/A
Final 10th

Tin Tin

Jonatan & his dog (tie not shown)