Just a moment in the lost time-space so far in intense and liquid floods places of colours and smells. We slip toward the stars of the wagon up to reach Antares and Vegas We double Oberon and Fobos to reach Jupiter where we can see the earth in a right bigness measure Then we get back on the earth, to beach made red by the sunset of a perfect day And seeing you is beautiful, lit up by the stars what as reflectors The night was our road which was leading toward the nothing our generation has finished in the big nothing. here we are , passing of fashion as shoes, We were dying slow toward the Morrison hotel, while the old was offending We were marching toward our destiny of acid Zombies, but in our minds we have seen all the colours that no one can see The sound of the empty words resounds as riverber in a dead room, the generation of the peace, the degeneration of the acid peace