I'm listening, I'm listening
I'm even pretty often convinced
I'm listening, maybe too much, I'm listening
To the point that at the end, I don't know anymore
I understand them, I understand them, the people
I can go into their sadness, into their happiness
I hear them, I hear them, the people
And I feel, that I'm one of them
And I feel, that I'm one of them
And I feel that I'm one of them
I'm scared, because I'm afraid
To be the way I think about myself with them
And I'm scared to every words I remember
But I'll have my chance, because I hear those who dance, finally telling me : "Come"
I hear them, I hear them, the people
I can go into their sadness, into the happiness
I understand them, I understand them, the people
And I feel, that I'm one of them
And I feel, that I'm one of them
And I feel, that I'm one of them