The righteous path was carved out by generations of teachers
From all the sages, writers and inquirers
Their laborious writing and poems came to light
Their discoveries lift up our veil of ignorance
The fasting does not bring salvation
But it will clear your mind
From the muddle of pleasure killings
So as to purify your conscience
Triumphant welcome greets the Conqueror of Light
Infinitely joyous chants, many enthralled by his return
This is the day when the Sun's Arch crowns his path
Our citizen's soul overwhelmed with fervor of love
I saw you at the Islington station the other day:
Your once luscious dark hair, now dry, unkempt...
Where are the twinkles in your eyes?
Aww and that gaunt face, that frown!
I am the very thing that makes you feel alive
I make artists daydream, poets toil 'til dawn
The Kiss, the Ninth are a few works of mine.
By myself, I've erected the Great Wall,
I'm certainly still alive of course!
There is no doubt about that,
Because I'm still making full use of my senses
But by good grace, my mind has already flown away
Au fond de mon âme
Un trou noir y trouve
Ou il s’agrandisse…
Roaming wild, I once fly freely
Now I'm bound in this overcrowded city
Scavenging for strewn left over filthies
Loud seagulls, meek squirrels keep me company
Created by nothing,
Claim to be the owner of all things!
There was once a young king named Richard
Who ruled over the fair land of the Polers
Which His Majesty inherited from his ancestors