Translation of EQUILIBRE from French to English
We play tightrope walkers on an invisible cable
We juggle with bubbles, we defy the impossible
In one hand the dove, in the other the caliber
I try to reach out, but I can't find the balance
Facing the wind I don't weigh enough
My feather has only a derisory mass
Barefoot on the razor's edge
And before our eyes the balance tilts
Where gravity persists, discomfort is imprinted
As if the only rhyme to the word "Inequality"…
Was "Fate"
As if the only compulsory figure…
Was to be well born
Here and there, the contrast is striking
We saw the tree on which we are sitting
We make do here and there they do without
It's a sign, but they say "That's the way it is"
Here, the dream of a fake Uzi under the Christmas tree
There, hardened steel in his little hands
Under one foot my roots, under the other the ground vibrates
I try to reach out, but I can't find the balance
We play tightrope walkers on an invisible cable
We juggle with bubbles, we defy the impossible
In one hand the dove, in the other the caliber
I try to reach out, but I can't find the balance
I ride in an ambulance, in my bubble as a tightrope walker
On the thread of my life, I fly away with a feather
Forget fair balance
For some to be free
Others must be stable!
What bastard knows what is good or bad…
I navigate between the edges with poet's oars
We run to make our place seated
To end up lying between six empty chairs
Despite everything we cling to the ice floe
Because the iceberg hides a pyramid
On which side of the bars are we the freest?
I try to reach out, but I can't find the balance
We play tightrope walkers on an invisible cable
We juggle with bubbles, we defy the impossible
In one hand the dove, in the other the caliber
I try to reach out, but I can't find the balance
Waiting for the acrobat's fall
We count the minutes since failure makes ratings
For some, the impact will be what it will be
For others, a 24-carat parachute
By getting up and staying sincere
We realize that many evils are necessary
That the same words soothe or upset
Depending on the balance, it throws you or rocks you
We play fakirs with a single nail
We aim at the apple on your head with a blurry vision
A Russian roulette the cylinder full of bullets
Waiting for the fall, drum roll before the cymbal crash
Straight to Cape Horn
Build a house of cards with a view that rocks
Let me climb, I'm going to fill in gaps
On a ladder, leaning on the moon
Ah...I try to reach out
I can't find the balance
We play tightrope walkers on an invisible cable
We juggle with bubbles, we defy the impossible
In one hand the dove, in the other the caliber
I try to reach out, but I can't find the balance
(I can't find the balance, no...)
So goes the paradOxmo Puccino Hocus Pocus
But yes, that's it...