Save your breath, my sweet,

For when Capital comes down,

And the bloodhounds of the State go stone nose blind,

Let not only blossoms breathe.

Then you’ll need reciprocal wind.

Long time, long time, I do not doubt,

We’ll shit bricks for the pyramids,

And when we do sit with the lion,

At last in cool of ground and mind,

Both cool and lion will be changed.

Till then we suffer rule of law,

And talk with the law instead of the earth.

I don’t go praising currents of space

Just because they give me bricks.

I sing two demons: Zig and Zag.

El Zorro, black fox, freed the chicks.

Can you believe, jaws did not bite?

And when words came, he freed them, too —

His last advice: “you do not need to live like this,

‘cause where you are, there you are not.”