Há [English translation]

It's what the ground asks for

My brown shoe

Of fake leather, dirty

Which is also natural

When the flock is hovering over

The forehead, I pass

Stampeding, hurrying

So sudden

In the confusion of the hours

Of a new character

Everything will get lost

It's in the firm sky

That time relies on, relies on

It's what the ground asks for

My brown shoe

Of fake leather, dirty

Which is also natural

When the flock is hovering over

The forehead, I pass

Stampeding, hurrying

So sudden

In the flutter of the mirage

Every youngsters, in a carnal movement

Will cross eyes, mouths and all vanity, and all vanity

The clockwork of the pulse

There's squint1 on the Earth

Nowadays there's got to be more

For the absence of the past

It's what the ground asks for

My brown show

Of fake leather, dirty

Which is also natural

When the flock is hovering over

The forehead, I pass

Stampeding, hurrying

1. Strabismus