It's a vast ground from nowhere
with nice silver handles.
The optics of a microscope
and all these little creatures running.
For each one pursues his destiny,
great or small
like in egyptian centuries
plodding along
bearing a thousand times his own weight
Under the heat and in the wind
basked in sunlight or in the night.
Can you see these living beings?
Can you see these living beings?
Can you see these living beings?
Someone invented this game
dreadful, cruel, enthralling.
Houses, lakes, continents
Like a lego with Wind
The weakness of the almighty ones,
like a lego with blood.
The tenfold strength of the losers.
Like a lego with teeth
Like a lego with hands
Like a lego
Can you see all these human beings
dancing together hand in hand,
kissing in the dark as their hair are blond,
not seeing what they will become?
For even if the Earth is round
and they cling to it,
there's nothing but the void beyond.
Sitting in front of leftover French fries
Sidereal darkness and a few amoeba dishes
All capital cities have become the same
through the facets of a single mirror,
dressed in steel, dressed in black.
Like a lego, but without memory
Like a lego, but without memory
Like a lego, but without memory
All capital cities have become the same
through the facets of a single mirror,
dressed in steel, dressed in black.
Like a lego, but without memory
Like a lego, but without memory
Like a lego, but without memory
Why don't you ever answer me?
Under this thousand pages mango tree
as you swing inside this cage
seeing the world from such a height
like a checkerboard, like a lego
like a rotproof raft
like an insect that would lie on its back
It's a vast ground from nowhere
with nice silver handles.
The optics of a microscope
We look, look, look through it
We see tiny shiny things
these are people wearing shirts
like in these centuries of the long night
amid silence or amid noise
amid silence or amid noise
amid silence or amid noise.