Some people call the death,
By their voice or their gesture.
And others hold their breath,
The end is coming, closer.

Some made a pact with the death,
To leave faster, in secret.
And others fight for repelling the end,
To maintain the life, to defend.

Not one of us is under cover,
As much as we are,
One day we will have to leave forever,
And let at the earth its old wars.

Seals will be put and nobody will return.
From the four corners of the life,
East, west, south or northern,
Nothing is more rife than that sacrifice.

The life passes as a shade,
As a rumour which fades.
An entity which roams in space,
That the time forgets and erases.

I was, I am , I won't be.
I loved and I laughed,
And no matter what was the draft
Nothing was free.

I have no idea where we will go.
I searched, I wanted to know.
But it's an impenetrable mystery
Which will die at the same time than me

Original music Tangerine Dream