I follow the steps I see in front of me
They are deep and well-defined
They show an undefined but straight path
What has gone through me will never return

Future won't let me look back
I just walk, I don't evolve, I just walk
 [bad word] by my side
They try [bad word]  each one in its own way

But I can't understand
I feel alone on this irrational planet
To create or just observe
I keep walking on this desert made of ideas

Primitive future

My head is heavy but empty
Everything around me is void
Without movement, without perspectives
The night invades the sky

That darkens the dry ground
Making my shadow join the big stain that's forming
My steps [bad word] 
Slow and agonize

I step on skulls of generations that have not formed
I hear painful cries of wars that are [bad word] 
To create everything again, from the beginning
To teach new minds, to awake a sleeping giant buried

On the ashes of disgrace
It's scornful the way I live
I look well, I think I'm well
That's all...

I follow the steps I see in front of me
They are deep and well-defined
They show an undefined but straight path
What has gone through me will never return

Primitive future