L'air du temps - To live on/of (next to) nothing


Sword of Damocles
You that don't cease
To peacefully watch over
Above our heads

Our deeds and gestures
You see yourself as the mistress
Nevertheless the soul sways
Of the wind we are not the master

Without looking like it living on/of nothing
I relax

Discussing endlessly without tact (diplomacy)
Tied at the extremities of the braids
It only hangs from one thread
That you keep your promise

Without looking like it
I avoid air draughts
You seem to know it all
But how to make you hold your tongue (be silent)

Without looking like it living on/of nothing
I relax
Even if you possess
Just from time to time
Without looking like it you waste your time
One or the other cheek I hold out