| No Native soil, no ocean, no salty wave, no sky above | |
| No living being | |
| No movement, no colours, no elements, no eye to see anything | |
| Complete emptiness | |
| Before all was nothing? | |
| The moon, companion of the sun | |
| Touching celestial globe | |
| Motionless starry sky | |
| The planets don't know where to move | |
| They are unaware of puissance and of hope | |
| Intrinsic virtues awake! | |
| All of a sudden appears a light | |
| Horizons open wide | |
| Voices fill the air | |
| And the Gods made love! | |
| The layers tremble and raise in staggering | |
| And words transform into flesh and blood | |
| The act of uppermost magic has begun | |
| Impulses working on and on | |
| Movement here and there | |
| Vibrations move the atmosphere! | |
| Transcendental forces penetrate | |
| The planet we call Earth | |
| And all spheres of the universe | |
| All the elements burst! | |
| A warm powerful breeze | |
| Inspires inanimate matter | |
| And a creature, shaky reeling on two legs | |
| Extends it's hands shivering against the sky | |
| Primary procreation is accomplished! | |
| Primary procreation is accomplished! | |
| Primary procreation is accomplished! | |
| MAN arises out of dusty clouds | |
| Eyes are staring all around | |
| Ears are noticing unknown sounds | |
| Legs are pounding on the ground | |
| Now Man knows he's not alone | |
| So his hands take up the stone | |
| Anxiety to hold his own | |
| Fighting for the creatures throne | |
| Man forms tribes to enlarge his chance | |
| To survive the primeval living-dance | |
| The strongest ones fight for leadership | |
| And by these fights they attain the grip | |
| On the weaker ones who become suppressed | |
| By their violence so are we possessed | |
| By the same ideas in a world | |
| That's full of fears and tears and "progresses" |