Heavy is the weighty passer-by
Just as elephants are, too
Who does press men against the asphalt?
Their Daisies follow, looking at the effect they have
Who, from Equator up to the poles
Did put that burden we have on our shoulders?
Is it the sky, Baudelaire’s lid1
That flattens us, pins us against the ground?
I figured it out, how horrendous
Earth’s like a vacuum cleaner
That wants our body, sucks it down, hopes for it
She wants you, don’t let her do it
Jump in the air
Since we’re inescapably sinking
Into dust, lil' brother
Jump in the air
Hold my hand if you’re scared
My little kangaroo, my lil' sister
Jump in the air
We tense all our muscles
To escape from that flesh-eater
Cling on to the ceiling, grab the lamps
So the Earth won’t eat you, gobble you
Jump in the air
Fresh mimosa, soft grass
Being above or below doesn’t feel the same
Jesus was swallowed, but he resisted
He jumped up, so c’mon! Now it’s your turn!
Jump in the air
1. A reference to a well-known poem from Baudelaire, "Spleen" : « Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle… » ("When the low and heavy sky weighs like a lid...")