To a Reason

spaceA rap of your finger on the drum fires all the sounds and starts a new harmony.

A step of yours, the levy of new men and their marching on.

Your head turns away: O the new love!

Your head turns back, - O the new love!

"Change our lots, confound the plagues, beginning with time", to you these children sing. "Raise no matter where the substance of our fortune and our desires" they beg you.

Arrival of all time, who will go everywhere.

French version