Fais la mouette
The Young Gods
Watch as night holds back the earth
Moon as a prayer
The cold breath of air sweeps the ground
And street lamps gently sway
Watch as earth holds back the night
The moon as an orgasm
Our city is so old
That it is embittered
Why is there still a battle within me?
Why do I gaze upside-down!
I want my eyes to unfold
And my face to light up
Watch, now! I do the seagull