A wayfarer is going along the path
looking at the flames above the cross.
He is coming back from his country-work
The fear is taking hold of his throat, of his throat.
He cannot see how the angel mock
His foolish fear and his naked eyes
A loathsome smell is rising to his

Camels with a crown
Dragonflies and bees, here
Fountains, glance of gold
Drop of silver rain, here

This is a holy place, in which I feel the breath of life
I wanna stay here forever I need a magic tune
Come on people, come and stay with me for a long time
And you wi

Oliver, Oliver
Walking your lion downtown Paris
Showing your beauty and your power
Oliver, Oliver
An'you bought a lot of creams and scents
And loneliness is your tune enemy
But you keep on walking lions and flies
You don't consider people's laugh
Oliver, Oliver

You have sold your soul to devil, Dorian Gray
Now you're waking dream, my dear Dorian Gray
And your picture lies upstairs hidden by
A purple sheet of sins and shame
And the trivial things of life, my poor Dorian Gray
Make your head turn around and now you pay your faults

No weight at all you slip away, white swan
Like a fairy but not so good
I heard a tale: A prince was killed by you
No one supposed you murdered him so
The waters are reddish, the pool is blood
The queen has reached him, close his eyes
Nothing to do

You eat, you slee

The past has gone you still defend your creed
It's your creed, just your creed
But you're wrong, but you're wrong, but you're wrong, but you're wrong
You've missed the sense of life, you've lost the game
lost the game, lost the game

You think of being the best of flying bir