A being from another planet, suspended from any madness, a being devoid of evil
Legend says a vagabond

A profound traveler
On the waves of absurdity
Of very little thought
Every day is always the same

Of perverse nature
Everything is a matter of conversation
A word whispered in the ear and so on

But if the canoe is leaky
If the ocean is ablaze
The wind suggests time follows without stopping

A being from another planet, suspended from any madness, a being devoid of evil
Legend says a vagabond

A profound traveler
On the waves of absurdity
Of very little thought
Every day is carnival

Of perverse nature
Everything is a matter of conversation
A word whispered in the ear makes one tremble

But if the canoe is leaking
If the ocean is ablaze
The wind suggests time follows without stopping

I will follow my path
I will seek my place
Look at the sky and gently
Hope the flying saucer comes to get me

I will follow my path
I will seek my place
Look at the sky and gently
Hope the flying saucer doesn't take too long

Hope the flying saucer doesn't take too long