I have returned from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I've ridden the whole thing on my own back /

Sometimes it's good; almost too good for what I can bear / I remember those children I loved so much. Of those girls / Of those boys / When I was like them, a child / When I played with them / Riding / Feeding them / Impossible to say / Not a word / A few signs but so faint / So roundabout / It would have taken the ear of a Sigmund alchemist to interpret them / And the saliva swallowed itself under the aspect of unhappiness / And the heart devoured itself by way of taste / A plunge into the great sadness by being so small / So unformed / Unfulfilled / It was too many stretches of anguish / It was too much of aAnd the heart devoured itself as a snack / A plunge into the great sadness while being so small / So unformed / Unfulfilled / It was too many stretches of anguish / It was too infinitely big / How could I not be absorbed in it / Impossible to swim towards the air / Towards the top / Towards the surface / Arm too short / Heart too weak / For me, The mass was said / That's what I could think / Nothing and no one would save me / Galloping / Galloping / Death