[Intro] *I is another...* *If the copper awakes a trumpet...* *it is not its fault...* [Verse 1] I accustomed myself to simple hallucination: I saw very frankly a mosque in place of a factory... A drawing-room at the bottom of a lake... Now I! I who called myself magus or angel... **I am back to the soil... with a duty to possess truth in one soul and one body.** [Chorus] **I say that one must be a seer! Make oneself a SEER!** **It involves reaching the unknown by the derangement of all the senses!** **The long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses!** **I am there! I am the saint... praying on the terrace!** **I am the scholar... in the dark armchair!** [Verse 2] Beneath the trees, birds I endowed with flame... Loretto, I hung you from my windows... I founded, on the European plains, a wild pharmacy... **I became a fabulous opera...** **I! I who called myself magus or angel... exempt from all morality...** [Chorus] **I say that one must be a seer! Make oneself a SEER!** **It involves reaching the unknown by the derangement of all the senses!** **The long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses!** **I am there! I am the saint... praying on the terrace!** **I am the scholar... in the dark armchair!** [Bridge] *I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window...* *I have founded my throne in the void...* **At last! I shall be able to possess truth in one soul and one body!** [Outro] *I is another.* *The tale... is finished.*
