Les Passants

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