\"Who are you ,you who lean over
my bed of suffering ? \"
- \'\' -You know me,after all ,
I am the time traveler ! \'\'
-\'\' Yes I remember ...
It was a long time ago !
So I will present myself
before him ,what will
he tell me ?
I ,who have lived
only for music and fantasy ? \'\'
- \'\' he will say to you :
Sit down at this heavenly
harpsichord my dear Wolfgang
and play me the final of this requiem
that I commissioned from you !
And an indigo child will perceive it
from the limbo ! \'\'
-\" Can it be ,traveler, that is truly
an eternal return ? \'\'
-Amadeus , the music of the spheres
is engraved in the score of eternity ! \'\'
-\'\' You can now rest !
I will come back and bow over your cradle .
In the features of a mother
who will offer you her milk .
You will recognize me ,
I ,the time traveler !
A compassionate hand closed his eyes.
his lips froze on a memory .
\'\' Sire all of Paris is enamored
with this little prodigy ! \'\'
His remains were carried
to a massgrave .
Like the music of an unfinished requiem .
This how men live .