At the zero meridian in the central zone
Near the limit and far from the end
Between two valleys with the sky clear
Over a field with a starry horizon
There's a small yet immense factory
Of an old sage that survives because he thinks
Master of multiple maneuvers
The old man is the mix of the best of the leftovers
The world exploded and was left deserted and the old man
Inherited the best of everything that had died
He has telescopic vision, turtle skin
Chameleon tongue and caterpillar sense of smell
The old man is the surgeon of time, time, time
In cold blood he operates on every moment
All the minutes that get lost out there
He can recover them with a scalpel
He stretches seconds so that they become longer
He also transplants bitter moments
And if the bitterness continues and nothing consoles him
He applies a bit of anesthesia so that it doesn't hurt
So that it doesn't hurt, so that it doesn't hurt
They become eternal when they're loved
And they always live and never die
When they fall asleep they're defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
They're attacked and they're defended
The most valuable ones are never sold
They reach everything they desire
That's how big ideas are
They become eternal when they're loved
And they always live and never die
When they fall asleep they're defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
They're attacked and they're defended
The most valuable ones are never sold
They reach everything they desire
That's how big ideas are
If he wants to give life to a new cycle
Every so often he lays eggs
He doesn't eat much because he's cold-blooded
And he feeds on flies that live only one day
And if there's no food I don't blame him
If he feeds on his own body like octopuses
He wouldn't die even if he ate his entire body
He's like the salamander, he regenerates fast
But to this hermit time does no harm
He's immortal like the saints
His vertebrae are tree, that's why he lasts so long
The wise old man never forgets anything
Because he has his memory frozen
His memories are whole, he preserves them with dry ice
Eighty degrees below zero
They become eternal when they're loved
And they always live and never die
When they fall asleep they're defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
They're attacked and they're defended
The most valuable ones are never sold
They reach everything they desire
That's how big ideas are
They become eternal when they're loved
And they always live and never die
When they fall asleep they're defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
They're attacked and they're defended
The most valuable ones are never sold
They reach everything they desire
That's how big ideas are
The repetition of an action
Is the most effective technique for prolongation
That's why he repeats himself even though he's getting bored
He's already been living nine thousand five hundred years
And it's that he no longer faces major problems
From so much repetition he learned from his mistakes
For the old man it's an abyss, living isn't that pretty
When you live the same thing every day
He'd like to be different but repeating himself and controlling time
He already does it by instinct
He tried to kill himself in different ways
But the old man without oxygen breathes anyway
Because the great ideas that are discovered
Always renew his dead cells
They become eternal when they're loved
And they always live and never die
When they fall asleep they're defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
They're attacked and they're defended
The most valuable ones are never sold
They reach everything they desire
That's how big ideas are
They become eternal when they're loved
And they always live and never die
When they fall asleep they're defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
They're attacked and they're defended
The most valuable ones are never sold
They reach everything they desire
That's how big ideas are