Destiny is frozen in the moment before
when a turbine stops beating like a heart ,
Cab -123 dance a piece of ice ,
a bottle of champ takes to the high seas ,
bed stripped bare by a night that won\'t end ,
salt of the last embrace ...
Cold-loving stars set up for the show ,
first violin , double bass ,
close to you my love, hold me in your arms.,
see you tomorrow ,no sorrow ...
we\'ll forget about cab- 123
entering New-York harbour ,
suite Waldorf-Astoria
a confident bottle of champ ,the eternity ,
just futility ...
\" Darling that inspires me to write a novel,
set on on a luxury liner ! \"
your friends call you \'\' The thinking machine \'\' !
But now the machine\'s neurons are slowing down ,
creation returns to birth ...
\"Too bad ! \'\' Thinks our friend ,
\'\' I had a fantastic theme ,here ,but sometime
you also have to know how to die ! \'\'
On his wife cold forehead he placed a kiss,
watching her walk away .,
sharing a smoke with a friend .
\'\' In this season,nights are short my dear John ! \"
\'\' And a little chilly my dear Jacques ,a drop of whisky ? \'\'
Cab - 123 .Depths hotel .