Pretty far- Soul, come with your spheres
for my dawn, i’m so dizzy-Ruben-girlish, master
of the univers
- hurricane with no fear but breaking neck when
breathing too fast!
- Mercy- dining mercy, reliese your circle,
the bacon does not nourish my knees- pretty far have
come these airs!
Izuri păstrate în vafe pustii- schimb pas cu pas
mâna cu care țin borul strâmt al pălăriei;
dintele lui Paul înnodat în codița-spic, cu șiretul
ei de cenușă albastră.
It’s seems pretty far there! Soul! el rithmo, la salsa,
Chile getts yellow and sick when mosquitos come
in my skin like ghost. And soon is late ,
Europe is America and Pluton faint as Neptune.
- Snapping, Soul, brushing!
Schimb pas cu pas pâlnia cu care îți strig din urmă,
soon is a bankrobber, trank trank, lose lose!