Puzzle [enregistré à Saint Etienne, Rhône-Alpes 1974]
.. here we are prisoners of unknown tyrants' cells submissive and silent lest they should cast new spells but our chains will fall with the advent of dawn and off the hatred cage like swallows we'll have slown before the dogs of gloom after us start to run safe on some distant shore we will rest our bare feet in the stream freely singing old fears away to celebrate our new born dream
before drifting away aboard the raft of sleep we will light bonfires on the deserted beach columns of pallid smoke will soon soar up toward a dead God's kingdom fools once claimed for reward and we'll sit there watching motionless on the sand their useless procession slowly rise from the strand
lying in the grass, still numb in the dying night we all know that shadows won't last the spears of morning shining bright will clear the grim clouds of the Past