I dance around the kitchen to this song I first heard last fall over the Atlantic on Air France. I really get into the music. The cats are inured to such weird behavior and don't have an opinion, or they keep it to themselves. The guy blowing leaves across the street in the lumberjack coat with the red cap has no idea that not 40 feet behind him a woman is dancing through her kitchen, waving her arms and making up little steps to the music. What would he do if he turned around and looked into the window? Would he be as blase as the cats?
I found a) a translation of the lyrics and b) a video of the song. It was certainly gripping. Even scary. Sometimes surfing the web produces bizarre experiences. Where has your browser been lately?