Les passants [English translation]

Belt-loops happening, suits my mood to watch them think I guess

Their sanguine felicity safe in their injured compress

Their past reveals itself in the beat regardless

Ooooh misgiving, 'tis afoot, I detect Pan's friends

Their faceless camouflage affords me the sickening sense

That to resemble this, is in harmony with the rhythm which trends

(refrain; twicely)

...which is poetry

...because it cannot BE translated

This entangling only celebrates

The event is the sense it reflects in it's capacity to grasp fate,

Such that it doesn't refer itself to a system of thought in it's highest state

Fall, so soon, it was summer, yesterday, another,

The weather surprises me, seems to accelerate number

My time brings me up toward this recompense dreamt in slumber

(refrain; twicely)

Each month deceives

In various recursion, it is funny these

Swirls move me to cross the melody

From one account to another, I oscillate inexorably

Of course I run mellow

Each judgement on the people

Yields to me the direction to follow

Upon these things I must change, to which I've lost my mojo

The votes liberate and expose themselves

In displays of the world in movement see

Substances which dance on osmosis

Glide, slide and shake, merge and attract themselves irresistibly

Of course I run red

Every emotion feels

Yields to me the desire to explain the unsaid

And that justice is done in our poor lives asleep, in bed

(refrain; forcefully)

• Artist:Zaz
• Album:ZAZ