You go down to the bottom of the sea;
Where the water isn’t even blue anymore;
Where the sky is only a memory.
And you float there, in the silence;
And you stay there, and you decide;
That you’ll die for them.
Only then do they start coming out.
They come, they greet you;
And they judge the love you have for them.
If it’s sincere, if it’s pure they’ll be with you;
And take you away forever.
Luc Besson: A nagy kékség (1988)