With Life's song subluxated
The whole world by a reminiscence's hunted
The imagination, oh, ripped apart and soft
Here I hear always a laughter, sweet and shimmering
My God...Am I lost in lust?
Is this my Game last?
My thoughts are relinquishing through and fly
Let me be free! to dry in tears
That's a game
With an exhilarated name
That makes me happy
To smile, to hover with what's funny