Everything is fading
A spot in the universe
Within lonely waters
Being deprived of everything, of oneself
Of any trace
Fragile humanity
If at least I can guess
How many lives get lost on their ways
We
Will go quite so far
We
Will take our time for
Ourselves
If only it is a burst of the soul
A torrent of mad people
Sleepy consciousness
Absence and then oblivion
Our illusions which are getting down on their knees
Finding
A star
One day or another
Falling asleep
Leaning on each other
Loving
Overturning
And taking on water
When everything is flowing
Raising
And putting the air in stitches
Loving
See
As the skies surrender
Tearing ourselves away from hell
But what should we think of the universe?
I can picture us
As painters of lights
If it is in the name of the Father
Yet, painters of these black mixes as well
We
Will go quite so far
We
Will take our time for
Ourselves
If only it is a burst of the soul
Against us
Unanswered questions
Humans which are giving up
Oceans which are getting down on their knees