Peut-être [English translation]

I drag my feet on the opposite sidewalk

I turn you on the right and I brush past you

You have your black jacket on the shoulders

Like the unknown in the ice

I plunge into the metro, metal walls

The line nine on your fringe, it's funny

Perhaps I'm bizarre

Perhaps it's a little bit late

And if I were bizarre

I hang around but there is a wind in the branches

Of mysterious grif and mad taxis

I never dared to talk to you and I don't care

Like stray dog somewhat serious

I drag my feet, behind my blue drinks

I light a cig, it calms, I'm feverish

Perhaps I'm bizzare

Perhaps it's a little bit late

And if I were bizarre

Perhaps it's a little bit late

I hang around the streets of modernity

In my crowded suburban train

I aim my Canon in her black hair

To keep her in my memory

I hang around with my crumpled shirt

At the station where I met her

Perhaps I'm bizarre

Perhaps it's a little bit late

Perhaps I were bizarre