Timid Frieda (Les Timides)

Timid Frieda, will they greet her?

On the street where young strangers travel

On magic carpets

Floating lightly in beaded caravans

Who can know if they will free her

On the street where she comes to join them

There she goes with her valises

Held so tightly in her hands

Timid Frieda, will life seize her?

On the street where the new dreams gather

Like fearless robins, joined together

In high-flying bands

She feels taller, troubles smaller

On the street where she's lost in wonder

There she goes with her valises

Held so tightly in her hands

Timid Frieda, won't return now

To the home where they do not need her

But always feed her little lessons

And platitudes from cans

She is free now, she will be now

On the street where the beat's electric

There she goes with her valises

Held so tightly in her hands

Timid Frieda, will they lead her?

On the street where the cops all perish

For they can't break her and she can take her

Brave new fuck you stand

Yet she's frightened, her senses heightened

On the street where the darkness brightens

There she goes with her valises

Held so tightly in her hands

Timid Frieda, if you see her

On the street where the future gathers

Just let her be her, let her play in

The broken times of sand

There she goes now, down the sidewalk

On the street where the world is bursting

There she goes with her valises

Held so tightly in her hands