Poeme : 134332 - Sans Titre

There’s a pill to make us numb
There’s a pill to make us dumb
And we will still be pieces of an empty snail

Because Humanity’s History is made of Tales
And our lives are one of these Tales
Following the great curve of the snail

This usually tries to do an U-turn
But it has always failed
That curve keeps on going ahead

Lives shed Time and stars burn
Contrary to us,
Truths and realities of the Universe never pretend
Tomorrow the curve may meet its end

You’re not really aware for Living, are you ?
Me neither, I just take my bus
Happy Spirit and Soul Blue…

təʁəεs a pij to makə ys nœ̃b
təʁəεs a pij to makə ys dœ̃b
ɑ̃d wə wij stij bə pjəsəz- ɔf ɑ̃ ɑ̃pti snaj

bəkozə ymanitiεs istɔʁi is madə ɔf talə
ɑ̃d uʁ livəz- aʁə ɔnə ɔf təzə talə
fɔlɔwiŋ tə ɡʁəa kyʁvə ɔf tə snaj

tiz- yzɥali tʁi to do ɑ̃ y tyʁn
byt it-as alwε fεlεd
ta kyʁvə kipz- ɔ̃ ɡuiŋ aəad

livə ʃεd timə ɑ̃d staʁ byʁn
kɔ̃tʁaʁi to ys,
tʁytz- ɑ̃d ʁəalitiz- ɔf tə ynivεʁsə nəve pʁətɑ̃
tomoʁɔw tə kyʁvə mε mi its εnd

iuʁə no ʁəali awaʁə fɔʁ liviŋ, aʁə iu ?
mə nεtœʁ, i ʒyst takə mi bys
api spiʁi ɑ̃d sul blɥ…