Indochine traffic girl

There in the still morning
For months
A city passes before your eyes
But you will not move
In a mechanical uniform
Like a doll you stay there
Nothing moves, nothing goes anymore
For a long time, a long time already
The traffic before your eyes passes
But don't does not exist, does not exist
I see the sun emerging
Like a lifeless, voiceless ghost
A crushed shadow that takes root
And follows in your footsteps
Slender and dreamy, impassive
And yet no one believes in it anymore
No one believes in it
No one believes in it anymore
And under the sparkling sun
You stay there hotter and hotter
And soon you lose your balance
Then you crash from top to bottom
br/>As in this invincible world
Like the world you know
You will not get up
You will not get up
I would have liked to see you
br/>Once again
I would have liked to see you
But like in that country
You will not get up
You will not get up
br/>Don't stay
Like a wooden soldier
You move and you see in the distance
In front of you
Like a wooden doll
You move and you smile for nothing
In front of you
Like a soldier for me
You dance and you think, and you think about what
Like a wooden soldier
You dance, you think and you think about what