We have not yet returned from the land of mysteries
We entered there without having seen any light
There is water, fire, the computer, Vivendi and the earth
We should be able to flourish by finally sending everything into the air

We can always salute the little tinpot kings
We can always hope to enter the family one day
Surely you can become a stock market whiz all by yourself
We could even consider that everything blows up in our faces

Around the olive trees, the origins pulsate
Endlessly seeing oneself rolled in flour

Upside down, right side up, upside down, right side up
Right side up, upside down, upside down, right side up

Is there a fire planned tonight in the hemicycle?
It seems it's time for us to consider another cycle
We can caress ideals without moving away from below
We can always dream of leaving but without moving from there

It seems that the white dove has three hundred tons of lead in its wing
It seems we must get used to springs without swallows
Sleeping Beauty has broken off negotiations
Unilaterally the prince begins protests

Should we still and always bend for a straight line?
Prayer to find the great spaces between the walls of a box
Could it be an estuary or the end of the road in the distance that we glimpse?
Special dedication to the puddle where we swim, where we drown

Around the almond trees, the worlds bloom in a muted way
No pasaran under the Caudine forks

Upside down, right side up, upside down, right side up
Right side up, upside down, upside down, right side up

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