Blue-blooded sun at the horizon
Circle of wind

In a crystal flute
Your mellow tone

Lustrous
Origin
Anno
Nazareth

In the stereo-mezzanine floor
Your eyes as shooting stars

Into the desert
Your Scythian tunic
Your peachy lips

In the cool of the pool
You are moonbathing

On a headed notepaper
The curve of your shoulder

Lyrics by Nicolas Grenier