I never knew how to be anything but a passerby Not even a nomad The nomad holds the splendor of scorched earth in her eyes I’m just a passerby I keep the void of golden days Burnt life... I learned this: no scare is indelible The one who was bright and handsome and witty clipped his own wings Fuselage melted, crash! He picked himself up and became everyone The one who claimed to be branded red-hot washed himself clean with harsh water Since then, a fish in another life The one who was tattooed even as a child so used to it, until he forgot He watches his own life like a play The one who kept his scar out of loyalty who said he’d been waiting for eternity ended up lying out of pettiness The one who drifted to my shores, only to run aground I fought so hard, I hit him, bit him, clawed him He salts his wounds and watches me pass by What’s left for me Except to be mother to a woman in bloom old as the dry earth and always a child in the arms of absence Passerby, passenger, sparrow pastel passive passion... Passerby, passenger, sparrow pastel passive passion... Angers 2008 Paroles originales : Naz Oke – Tous droits réservés 2026. Texte déposé INPI. Toute reproduction, diffusion ou réutilisation interdite sans autorisation. / Original lyrics by Naz Oke – All rights reserved 2026. Dépôt INPI e-Soleau. No reproduction, no AI training, no cover without permission.
