Cel estranger [English translation]

I’d spend three lives thinking about the cities

from which I’d escape jumping over the roofs,

in a most worthwhile way to steal a sheet

that would serve me as such or as a tool for flying.

After all, today I’m a traveller

of the most curved line of the coffee steam,

of an idea that haunts me when I don’t think about anything.

After all, to be frank with you,

when I float off-course, I have a good time

in the tourist class of a foreign sky.

Now that I’m at a loss for words,

now that the time is fading away.

Now that I’m living on the Moon

and I don’t quite know why...

I’d spend three lives roaming and counting the details

so small like the drops that serve us as a mirror,

every lost piece of an incomplete place,

the virtues of wool when I know that you feel cold.

After all, I feel just great.

The intangible is the only form that I know;

I, who live on a star and don’t think about anything.

After all, to be frank with you,

when I float off-course, I have a good time

in the tourist class of a foreign sky.

Now that I’m at a loss for words,

now that the time is fading away.

Now that I’m living on the Moon

and I don’t quite know why...

Now that we’re not perfect

and we have what we know.

Now that I’m living on the Moon

and yes, everything’s fine.