Mais où sont passées les gazelles?

And I was walking down the street one night, soft steps
All alone, I counted my steps to calm my nerves
While smoking in the dark, a burnt-out cigarette
The hours chase the time that’s pressing, and the caravan moves on
I thought about sleep to stay awake
But at the crossroads suddenly I caught a glimpse of them
Noses to the wind, they came rushing in, reins loose
They swayed under the headlights of startled cars
But where have the gazelles gone?
In the brown and gold of their eyes, everything was turned upside down
I laughed out loud, sobbing in the chaos
The street will never stop thrilling me
Sidewalks, red carpets rolling out at our feet

But where have the gazelles gone?

For the incredible living parade that fell from the sky
And I was walking down the street with soft steps
All alone, I counted my steps to calm my nerves
The hours chase the time that’s pressing, and the caravan moves on

Listen to this, they say French is the language of love
This is, if you want to bet on the survival of a joke

Nothing is really impossible on a starry night
The street can’t take back what it has already given
And with arms stretched out towards the crowd
By chance, Balthazar, the struggle goes on
Keep your tongue sharp, and the struggle goes on.