Lyrics: Max Michel/Pierre Danel/Philippe Charny
Music: Max Michel/Pierre Danel/Philippe Charny
From the light to the constellation
I draw the mind
Of a body made of fate
Celestial cracks
Holes of matter
To project the life
That we seek in the unknown
Moving galaxies toward gods
I discover the surface of my projections
Fire of lie all around
Are we the slaves of Gods?
Are we the collective awareness?
Are we the power?
The force of projection
To taste the decline
Far from the crowds
From the colonies
Wandering in space for years
I lose the signs of this promised land waiting afar
Beyond Gods
I write the time
Far from the human surfaces
Interval of awareness
Called by blanks
Seeking the silences
Beyond our limits
I listen to the absurd
Of the crowd
Noises run on the stones of the lunar roads
Glances
I listen and I move away
And I write the time
Beyond the gods
Beyond the fate
Beyond the science
Fiery youth is dead
In a fatality/fate
Of seduction
We breathe the perfume of the papers marked by numbers
Beyond Gods
I write the time
Far from the human surfaces
Interval of awareness
Called by blanks
Seeking the silences
Beyond our limits