Le Clan des miros [English translation]

I don't have the soul of a sioux

And my ear to the rails

I don't hear the vibrations

The noise of the iron

I don't have the soul of the indian

Who would know how to be wary

When one day the daily grind

Pulls into the station

I don't have the soul of the farmer

Who listens to the woodpeckers

The movements of the terrier

Which herald winter

I don't have the soul of the peasant

Who hears the horse whinney

I'm like Sister Anne 1

I see nothing coming

I see nothing coming

Chorus:

I belong to the clan of the short-sighted

There is in our specs

A veil of mist

A sort of cloud

Perhaps because outside

Our surroundings are cold

Inside it is much warmer

I don't have the soul of the sailor

Who knows how to read the stars

And a nose for knowing

When to trim the sail

I don't have the soul of the old soldier

With wrinkled eyes

His old scar

Senses the bad day coming

But I have the soul of the scatterbrain

Who walks into lamps

My gaze too disoriented

To see the bigger picture

In the clan of the blind

To fall is to land on the moon

We live our lives rather alone

We don't see anything coming

We don't see anything coming

1. https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C5%93ur_Anne

• Artist:Renan Luce