Dogface is born in the station
in a wagon shaped boat,
he is twenty years old, by now.
Ice at Christmas time on the pavement,
the fat woman can't stand on her feet
and becomes small.
The people are laughing
but he gives her a hand
and helps her up.
Jack of hearts,
by now, almost doesn't believe any more.
In this city
I'd like to erect a lighthouse
to see clearer.
In this city
I'd like to find salt.
In this city
that kicks a dog
while it's dying of hunger.
In this city
that is drowning without water.
Dogface had this idea:
to give wagons the form of galley,
hopes to the anchor.
But in the station another dog is born,
son of roughly equal face,
he is twenty years old, by now.
The people are falling down
and he, with one hand, helps them up.
The people are laughing,
with a slap he knocks them down.
In this city
I'd like to erect a lighthouse
to see clearer.
In this city
I'd like to find salt.
In this city
that kicks a dog
while it's dying of hunger.
In this city
that is drowning without water.
In this city
I'd like to erect a lighthouse
to see clearer.
In this city
I'd like to find salt.
In this city
that kicks a dog
while it's dying of hunger.
In this city
that is drowning without water.