Si tu gardes The Young Gods

Eddy is black and white
Black on the outside, white inside
Even to turn all the pages
You hold the book upside down

All the young gods
To make gods with the gods

All the lovers are heavenly bodies
I would like to sit down for a moment

The night is uninhibited
The present out of place
The night untamed
The past a fable

If you, if you, if you

All these old tyres
To make old the old

I am sending you these few flowers
Plant them gently in my heart
And when they are withered
Laugh in my face