There are people who live alone
Like the forgotten ear (of corn)
The world around an empty field
And they (are) in loneliness’s daze
Like the forgotten ear (of corn)
Lonely people
There are people who live alone
Like sea’s rocks
The world sea which spreads
And they (are) dumb, bowed and alone
Wind-swept rocks
Lonely people
Lonely people like broken dry branches
Like desolated churches, forgotten
Lonely people like broken dry branches
Like desolated churches, like you, like me…