Anachroniques les saltimbanques

Anachronistic
The acrobats
Are here
Hey
Hey nomads
Here is the world
That comes
To you

Open the tent
That held everything
In o-
-ne hand
Listen listen
It doesn't cost you
Just that
Just a dime

On his bicycle
From another century
Riveted
Dreaming
The man staggers
Falters and falls
We laugh
Hooray

A skinny donkey
On stage emigrates
Hobbling
Worn out
They say he counts
Up to fifty
It's beautiful
Hoof

On his trapeze
Time rests
His step
So little
The rope breaks
Let's nail the box
The friend
Is dead

Roll on, caravan
My voice sobs
For who?
For what?
Dust or snow
In a cloud
Everything goes
Everything comes.