With sacred sight
The ancestors could admire
The stars before the science killed the sky
We are in bonds
But proud of what we’ve got
Without being conscious of all we have lost
In these days
Everything seems to escape
I’m just an amount of crumbles
Of blames of blames
I would like
Against this shame to fight
The proud of being a man
To find inside
That’s why we feel
So lonely when we see
The enormous sky spangled with the spears
I want to find
At least a slightly sign
That Gods are still here looking at our lives
In these days
Everything seems to escape
I’m just an amount of crumbles
Of blames of blames
I would like
Against this shame to fight
The proud of being a man
To find inside
The morning lies
The universal lines
Appear only when the sun seems to die
