The sand beneath your feet a yellow carpetin the palace of wilderness 
Only king and servant is you searching for the pyramid that guards the emerald board 
It was a crescent moon when you have been initiated in the science of the black earth, 
And the optimism of youth pushed you in quests into the paper worlds of the libraries of 
Cairo Crescent 
Moon Two sides of the same coin 
The poor in mind are satisfied with what they see. 
Crescent Moon 
And they bear the sign of imperfection because they miss the other side the invisible. 
Crescent Moon 
Few words carved with diamond could draw the curtains that cover the glassy cage of senses 
The warm touch of the starlight (magnes) will be the proof and the philosopher's stone your trophy 
Grab the golden rope and climb the imaginary walls of your thoughts you may fall but at least you'll have tried [Solo : Sotiris]