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