Prisoner of Mars

Searching news ways of laughing

Ones whereby one could

Express and transform

All the shattering

All the gratuitous

The burdens of guilt

Growing these new ways

Will dawn on us if

We look hard enough

Searching and finding

Mais l'arbre tombe

A la terre l'arbre tombe

Le son de ton silence

M'aide a toucher le fond

Et lac sale de l'me

Lac sale o'je ?"meurs"?

Le son de ton silence

M'apprend aussi qu'un jour

Je vainquerai ma douleur

Cette vague de douleur

Qui entre mon bras droit

Searching new ways of yodeling

Once whereby one could

Express and convey

Long lasting virtue

Without destruction

Without rejection

Hoping these new ways

Will dawn on us if

We look hard enough

Hoping and searching

Translation

Searching news ways of laughing

Once whereby one could

Express and transform

All the shattering

All the gratuitous

The burdens of guilt

Growing these new ways

Will dawn on us if

We look hard enough

Searching and finding

But the tree falls

To the ground the tree falls again

The sound of your silence

Helps me touch rock-bottom

And salted lake of age

Salted lake where I die

The sound of your silence

Informs me also

That I'll vanquish over my pain

This wave of pain

Which enters my right arm

Searching new ways of yodeling

Once whereby one could

Express and convey

Long lasting virtue

Without destruction

Without rejection

Hoping these new ways

Will dawn on us if

We look hard enough

Hoping and searching