He
It has a bright light in the eyes of all the
He knows the nightlife capitals of light buzz,
On the world's shoes clashed brukach
And the road before him humbly bend in the lane.

I
By geraniums in the window I see the streets coincidence
I know many of the world,
What is the topography of the four walls,
Blue horizon always aroused in me anxiety.

Eagle like heads, back to back,
Inseparable as the world world
I - he, he - I
Do not split in two, what else?

This is me -
Tram loop threw at me - and again
You have to stumble a few sentences
And a peg of wood climbs into the larynx,
In the cesarean I burn each of the simple words.

He
Bareback traveled all the Pretty car stables,
And when he deigns to give a voice
Victim of poor burning pile,
And in every sentence shines reason and shape.


Eagle like heads, back to back,
Inseparable as the world world
I - he, he - I
Do not split in two, what else?

Gloves and wine, and punishment,
Obverse, the reverse that is good and bad,
One clock as the hands -
They have meaning only when the two!

Eagle like heads, back to back,
Inseparable as the world world
I - he, he - I
Do not split in two, what else?
Do not split in two, what else?
Because how?