Living dust, I seek in vain my Milky Way
In my turmoil, I have found a mausoleum
And I digress
I'm afraid of emptiness
I turn pages
But... empty pages
Wandering dust, I did not know lead me
Each time I demand for whom, for what, to straighten up
And I digress
I'm afraid of emptiness
Why these tears
Say... what good to live
But my God, what I look like
I serve, to nothing at all
And who can say in this hell
What is expected of us, I confess
Undoubtedly, to nothing at all
Now I can keep my mouth shut
If everything becomes disgust
Burning dust, the fever was due to me
I laugh without laughing, I live, I do anything
And I digress
I'm afraid of emptiness
I turn pages
But... empty pages