Le Clan des miros [English translation]
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