Lucky City Oversight - SPECTRA*paris

Last night some little eyes showed me a way

As soon as we set off

I realized that I would have finally made myself acquainted

With their secrets buried in time

When night falls, new funny shapes are jumping out

Many little eyes like faint tongues of flame are getting closer

And in the magic of the night, voices whisper new words

By now, their language seems to be lost in time

But I still have a hazy memory of their own voice sound

Once I shyly tried to catch their faces

Through the moon’s melancholy beams;

Those little creatures

Whom have lost everything throughout time

Last night they showed me a way which

I never noticed before

It’s a path hidden among the trees

Parallel to the way I’m passing through every morn

It looks nobody knows such a road

Hence, as soon as we set off

I realized that I would have finally made myself acquainted

With their secrets buried in time

The more I were getting far from the things I already knew

The more I were feeling my senses' warmth reborn

While contamination were clearly dying down making

Room for a nearer and firmer pureness

A disarming scenery

Had been appearing (now) in front of my eyes

Filling my heart with tears and nostalgia

That moment I started guessing

That even human beings might born there

But nobody either knows or remember

What I’m talking about

Anyway since that night I know

Looking for the land of God it makes no sense, by now…

And down there, in this unreal town

Echoes of homesickness come back

So now loneliness covers every face with crying

But these lost heroes are lying down on their memories

Sometime are chained like only wonderful dreams can be

In this last tale echoes of homesickness come back

So now, now loneliness, it covers every face

But these lost sparks are lying down on their memories

Sometime are chained like just wonderful dreams can be