In every metamorphosis there is
a symbol of the eternal resurrection,
the thousand faces of a timeless world
born forever anew
As we drift aimlessly within
the corridors of a flickering instant,
in the huge vaults of time immemorial
Man asleep, awakens!
But the amnesia of the cosmos
eagerly consumes our monuments,
of a civilization new and wild
imprisoned on earth
If we escape from the shackles
of our legendary blindness,
above these clouds of galaxies,
darkness becomes light.