In arid lands The roots of men are mouldering In the depth of mud Surrounded by rotting bulrushes A black unforeseen lake It rinses me, sand calls me towards ruins Immortality's open lake The kingdom of gulls Dead fish As a food of mind Red eyes gaze Bleakly at my neck... immortality? And the rain washes rainbow down I scrull to it, examinate a net It twind from your hair Curls dyed by bottom mud Only the dead hear The sigh of the sentenced Who are inside the rounded rocks In a mender stream A day follows another An engulfing red time The red has spoiled my hands And a sign is on my forehead Maybe lunacy was my force Buy you knew it A dismal everyday, endless agony... Please k** me! Spin my remains Burn them inside the circle Take me away, apprehension And bury me with cellophane flowers...