Umseting - Franskt-Enskt - Trop beau, merci

Say, did you see my shadow?
Do you know who I am?
I have given up shapes
And you follow in their wake
Come on, let go of everything
Nothing hangs on the walls
I gore the clouds way up high
You know
I have the skill and the way
You, you go round in circles
At the furthermost bounds
And so hold on to the balcony
Stubborn little man
You will see me from afar
You will feel my breath...