Day after day, alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he´s just a fool
And he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round Well on his way, head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices Is talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round And nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round And he never listen to them He knows that they´re the fools But they don´t like him The fool on
Traduction
Jour après jour, Seul sur la colline L´homme au sourire idiot Reste parfaitement tranquille Mais personne ne veut le connaître
Ils voient bien que ce n´est qu´un pauvre fou Et il ne donne jamais de réponse... ... .
Mais le fou de la colline, Voit le soleil se coucher Et les yeux dans sa tête Voient le monde tourner... . .
Ayant parcouru une bonne partie de son chemin, La tête dans les nuages L´homme aux mille voix, Parle parfaitement fort Mais personne ne l´entend jamais, Ou du moins le son qu´il semble produire Et il ne semble jamais remarquer... . .
Mais le fou de la colline, Voit le soleil se coucher
Et les yeux dans sa tête Voient le monde tourner... . .
Et personne ne semble l´aimer, Ils sont capables de dire ce qu´il veut faire Et il ne montre jamais ses sentiments,
Mais le fou de la colline, Voit le soleil se coucher Et les yeux dans sa tête Voient le monde tourner... . .