L'enfant qui vole [English translation]

I followed the flying child

Above the sawdust

For her, no school

No shoes

When the leaves are falling

The horse stops

And the dwarf, sad

Heats up the circus ring

I followed the flying child

Who arches her back

Up in the straitjacket

The satin vest

When the morning is coming

She leaves the circus ring

The dwarf, sad

Takes her away

I followed the gliding child

Above faces

Dreamed of her smooth belly

Like a shellfish

When the morning is coming

She leaves the circus ring

The dwarf, sad

Takes her away