Ne se soucier que de soi-mêmeNe faire que le strict minimumCe minimum qui nous laisse stérilesUne terre stérile qui a besoin d’un déferlementUn déferlement d’eau
The earth is reeling to and fro like a drunkardEarthquakes in Venezuela, Japan, Chile …Fires in Spain, France, Crete …Famines in Sudan, Yemen, Nigeria …Floods
God’s put me on holdAnd I refuse to hang upAnd I refuse to hang upClare, thanks for trusting meEven if I don’t tell you whyEven
Where do you come from? I am a little higher than the apes I evolved from some very hi-tech medieval slime What are you doing
I am Niseag I inhabit Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands I am shy, you hardly ever see me I’ve been mistaken for an eel,
Waiting for his time Hoping beyond all hope Yelling aforetime His victory Aborting all negative thoughts Laughing at apparent defeat Labouring for the Kingdom Tasting
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