Les Passants
Zaz
The Passersby
The passersby passing, I spend my time watching them think
Their hurried steps in their injured bodies
Their pasts reveal themselves in the steps without caring
How suspicious, on the lookout, I perceive Pan's game
Their faces like masks make me feel repulsed
That pretending is in the air
Pass, pass, it will pass
The last one will remain
The child is only made of celebrations
The fact is that the effect reflects his ability to take the fact as it is
Without referring to a thought system in his head
Autumn already, it was summer just yesterday
Time surprises me, seems to speed up
The numbers of my age lead me to that dreamed self
Pass, pass, it will pass
The last one will remain
Each month is played
In different cycles, it's funny these swirls
That animate me through time
From one state to another, I oscillate inexorably
In time I run for balance
Every judgment on people
Gives me the direction to follow
On these things in me to change, which prevent me from being free
Voices free themselves and expose themselves
In the shop windows of the moving world
Bodies dancing in osmosis
Slide, tremble, merge and irresistibly attract each other
In time I run for expression
Every emotion felt
Makes me want to express the unspoken
And let justice be done in our poor dormant lives
Pass, pass, it will pass
The last one will remain
