The denizens of this city
Had forgotten about communication
They were acting like androids
Coasting along without even looking
Their attitudes were learned or calculated
Their reactions violent and sordid
Towards everything or everyone... stranger
Wake up the sleepwalkers
Wake up the sleepwalkers
One day I managed to find the fault
The angle attracting the human attention of one of them
Like an eye attracted by a brighter point on a scrambled screen
A memory as blurred
As information buried in his "medulla oblongata"
Reconnected him vaguely... dimly...
At this precise instant, like a chosen spirit
Summoned by some curious and artful explorer
This glimmer exhumed from the core of his being
Crossed... furtively... the window of his eyes
Wake up the sleepwalkers
Wake up the sleepwalkers
Intrigued... even more... interrogative
This internal comet suddenly flew away
And the ghost resumed his meandering
In simulacrum-city
Where there, at least, he was aware of the problems
Since he was the one... who had created them
Wake up the sleepwalkers
Wake up the sleepwalkers
Wake up the sleepwalkers
Wake up the sleepwalkers
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