Carried away in the endless rondo,
passers-by, abstentees and returnees,
departed inviting the living
to enter the quadrille !
Sweetness of spring memories
which have not yet faded ,
burning in the hearth of regrets...
Scorching fiery fandango
torn souls, red tango
solemn blue requiem ...
What has become
of the merry tarentella\'s child ?
Gardens of the sublime city
suspended in the clouds of history ...
Son of Babel has lost the key
in the myriad of sand stars .
Solar courtiers have donned
the tunic of Prussia ,
their names engraved
in the ashes of the camp fires..
Get in on the dance !
Princes and peasants ,
nun heavenly mother
of Satan\'s work !
Bishop loved by the skeleton ...
Flesh travelers reincarnated as stones,
lying in nameless dimensions
and for which no one praying anymore...
This gravity in the voice of the void
so profound fulness ,round madness,
spectral amplitude trained
by a bolero crescendo ...