The révolution river
is diverted from its way
It sinks into the abyss
Mummy loses hearing
Its voice is dead
The city drums a devil music
While  children are playing
A mask and a costume
To play the drama
The west is moving
Towards his tomb Babel
Unite language for faith
A new cult will be born
So begins the story
The ash moving towards its new life
The dove of peace loses its white feathers
The city gives birth to its myths
Macabre laughter will rise from the walls
The bird loses the taste for song
The clock gallops its hours