There are two crystals
To discover the world
There are always a thousand evils
Which are good for the left-handed person
People who wish
For the cosmos to become normal
People who implore
That it no longer be
Delusional people who today throw their coins into the fountain
Realists who do not hesitate
To get wet and take them
For That's what I tell you
That there are two types of dialects
That there are two types of secrets
Merged into oneself
It is not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling
Two thousand ways of living
You will have to learn to listen
To the elf that is there, in you
We have two halves
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And that thread, for its part
A thousand cantons divided
We seek insatiable
The sincerity of us
The incorruptible faction
What is solid in everyone
That atom that says
Let us throw the coins
To that crystalline source
Where the cosmos is generated
That's why I tell you
That there are two types of dialects
That there are two types of secrets
Merged into one and the same
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling
Two thousand ways of living
You will have to learn to listen
To the elf that is there, in you