At the dawn when they lie

I dream of flying over the sky 

For till my last lingering 

And for till they are awaking 

I dream and I really die

For not the sphere hide in my pie 

 

I'm the human being 

At the dawn my telephone ring

A hundred died whereas a hundred sing

And, for was audience the firm King 

Oh! is bloody and a bloody spring 

 

By the evening I feel shy 

Troops without visages all around lie

Asked the words of peace

"To whom is what? I didn't know "

They puffed my stomach and toe

And theft my light.....

While the day was clinging to night...