Les gens sont fous, les temps sont flous [English translation]

People take everything, times without sub

It takes them, like that at once

They need a little pet

From a hermit or, a great gem

A rubber plastic thing

A little thing, to make toy

And who flames fast like tinder

People are crazy, times are blurry

Times are blurry, people are crazy

Yo-yo houlahop and scoubidou, keychain and cabbage holder

Wallet and cabbage leaf, it's a mania a

round-lou-rou

A madness, when the doggie, this little dog, who does magoo

Times are blurry, people are crazy

People are crazy, times are blurry

A little thing worth nails

They make it, a real Peru

The key-ports of the not-jewels it opens only the locks

No need to interview them

People are crazy, times are blurry

Times are blurry, people are crazy

They are like doggies from Paris to Timbuktu

When it comes to play with v-new (?)

Scoubidous, keychains of werewolves

Andalusians, or Hindus in Zulu little piou-pious

They have fun push-pebble, pull-down, manitou

Keychains, scoubidous, must fall to

knee

People are crazy, times are blurry

Times are blurry, people are crazy

People are crazy, times are blurry

Times are blurry, people are crazy ...