L'homme qui marche [English translation]

Behind each window

The faces hide themselves

Everybody has come

To see the walking man pass by

From here it looks so easy

It’s as if he’s held up by strings

So many people have come

People of all kinds

We haven’t open our doors

For a long time now

Breathing’s such a palaver

The air is so bad

Out on the pavements

Look well, he’s the last one

We used to walk before

That was a long time ago

It’s nearly forgotten

I’d really like to help him but

He’s the last one…

Between the exploding cars

And the falling planes

He’ll be a long time searching for

Someone who’ll answer him

He calls, but we won’t open up

We’ve all been had at least once

Look well, he’s the last one

We used to walk before

That was a long time ago

It’s nearly forgotten

I’d really like to help him but

He’s the last one…

He walks between the clouds of fumes and dust

With every step he leaves something like a splash of light

That leaves images on the ground

At the next corner

The man will disappear

We’ll stay for a long time

With our noses pressed to the window

Telling ourselves that we are well off in our houses

Between the iron gratings of the ventilation system

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Photos de voyages