We can see far away
The lady with the can on her head
Balancing the crossed-eye can
More than the body demands
What she does is blind balance
The can doesn't show
The body that bends
So that the can is straight
For each arm a strenght
From strenght doesn't moan a note
The can only surrounds, doesn't carry
The water on the dead road
And the strenght never dries
For the water that's so little