Les passants [English translation]

The passing by passers-by, I spend my time watching them thinking

Their hurried steps in their harmed bodies

Their past uncovers itself along their steps, regardless of

Me, suspicious, on the lookout, perceiving Pan's game

Their faces, like masks, give me the loathsome feeling

That pretending is fashionable

(chorus x2)

Passing by, passing by, will pass by

The last one will stay

Child is but celebration

The fact is that the effect reflects itself in his ability to take the fact as it is

Without consulting a mode of thinking in his head

Fall already, it was still summer yesterday

Time surpises me, seems to go faster

My age's numbers bring me toward this ideal month

(chorus x2)

Every month is at stake

In different cycles, funny how this turmoil

Drive me through time

From one state to another, I unrelentingly vacillate

These days I run toward balance

Every judgment on people=

Give me directions

About those things in me I have to change, keeping me from be free

Voices free and expose themselves

In the showcases of the world in motion

Bodies dancing in sync

Gliding, shaking, merging and uncontrollably attracting one another

These days I run toward expression

Every emotion I feel

Makes me want to express what is left unsaid

And justice to be done in our poor sleeping lives

(chorus x4)