...Toujours emprisonné, désireux de ne plus l’être...
Held back by superhuman strengths
I can’t rise to the virgin sky
overwhelmed with sorrow, I rise my hands
for not to be swamped in the oceans of tears
where I struggle in vain
Imprisoned in reality
illusion is the only exit
to fly away without ever falling again
can death free me out the invisible chains
May I reach one day the highest point in the airs
where something will teach me the wisdom of freedom
Through the snow, the water or the sands
the result remains only the same
crushed by the vile atmosphere
or blackened by the insurmountable walls
Imprisoned in this cell called world
death is my only hope
to flee with never be free
can something show me at last the unknown exit
May I reach one day the highest point in the airs
where something will teach me the wisdom of freedom