| In a tree the branches gows | |
| Thank to the light of the sky | |
| And at the same time, | |
| The roots grows | |
| Thanks to the darkness of the ground | |
| But in the centre of the ground | |
| There is the fruit... | |
| The panic theatre is like a tree | |
| Who grows in the darkness | |
| To meet the bright fruit | |
| The panic theatre has no limits... | |
| The panic theatre is the limit of the limits |