[Jean-Luc Godard:]
"L'espace règne."

Mirror, memory stone
Unbreakable
Reflection decays time
Corruption show face
No space
Affliction declines time
Now, am I your blood?
Am I your face?
Is this the have all over your hands?
Unbreakable
Reflection decays time
No space
Affliction declines time

This black sun screams
He bleeds, such a memory
What will remain from our days?
What will remain from our nights?

Flowing, flowing
She hisses, she whistles a melody
Distant, so distant
That sounds like a pain that night you were mine
What will remain now?

Flowing, flowing
She hisses, she whistles a melody
Distant, so distant
That sounds like a pain that night you were mine

Bolivia
No queda más aire
¿Cuantos quedan y cuantos son
Los que se fueron?