Prière

How to make the nights when my heart tightens
In the name of the infinite and your dust
The wisdom of noon when there's nothing left to believe
Or dream around here. I pray

I pray without God, without faith, without paradise, without a cross
For the sound of a voice
So much sorrow
In the face of destiny
Like others scream, I pray

I pray without God, without faith, like outlaws
Without Christ and without Buddha
In the depths of torment
In the eye of the hurricane
Like others flee, I pray

When at the bottom of my pocket I feel the hole of age
As life unravels, as it damages us
And as it tears away tenderness and landscapes
And memories too, I pray

I pray without God, without faith, without paradise, without a cross
Without Christ and without Allah
In the depths of torment
In the eye of the hurricane
Like others flee, I pray

Even if I knew the reason for a poem
Or the cause of an effect, the key to the theorem
Even if I wanted to look like a sovereign
On my knees every night, I pray

I pray without God, without faith, without paradise, without a cross
For the sound of my voice
In times of sorrow
At the mercy of destiny
Like others cry, I pray

I pray without God, without faith, like outlaws
Without Christ and without Buddha
In the depths of torment
In the eye of the hurricane
Like others flee, I pray