L'air Du Temps

Sword of Damocles
You who never stop
Watching quietly
Above our heads

Of our actions
You see yourself as the mistress
Yet the soul wavers
We are not masters of the wind

As if it were in the air of the times
I relax

Talking not the address
Tied at the end of the braids
It hangs by a thread
That you keep your promise

Without seeming to
I avoid the drafts
You seem to be aware
But how can I shut you up

As if it were in the air of the times
I relax
Even if you rub off
Just from time to time
As if it were in the air you waste your time
I turn one cheek or the other