Where is, where is the man That's the question that we ask Where is, where is the soul Which invented the code Before you so many others have seeked To touch the sky Even artificial Gifted can fly The bird is thrilled of your jelousy Close the shutters You could imagine yourself as him Bitter is the life that surrounds you Around you the love Has the fear of emptyness Psychédélices The helix slides away You soak up the calyx Until it kills Psychédélices There's Alice To believe in the wonders After awakening Where is, where is the man Small walker of the real Where are its atoms From which the star sparks You think that your body has wings Like the angel Gabriel Is there for the announcement Soft is the satin When darkness dressed in white Your lamp of Aladin Suddenly shines at five hundred thousand watts Bitter are the times that go past Oscillating around you You won't come back