I was watching, From the bridge, Every night One Sun is dying. I was watching the streets, People in their coats With umbrellas; Cars with dark windows, Everyone is walking With his own dusk. I was watching, One Sun is dying Every time at the same moment, More precise full Then time. And there is no one to stop, And, with the eyes of a dog, To follow him While his getting cold, Repeating his ceremony, Ploughing the sky of sclera With his own plough Repeating his ceremony Until he gets covered With a grass; until he gets soaked With the first rain. I was watching from the bridge Morphe, morphe… Water is wailing!

The wind is taking away forgiveness, Turning it into a thousand snake tails. The river roars, Crying for thousands of children's elbows.