You're removing the evening dress garments,
Facing the empty wall.
And I see the fresh scars' markings
With which your smooth back is adorned.
I want to cry out with emotion
Or to find shelter in sleep:
"Where are your wings, dear,
That I have admired ever since?
Where are your wings, dear,
That I have admired ever since?
Where are your wings, dear,
That I have admired ever since?"
Prior, we had time without measure,
But now we have duties to do:
To prove that the big eat the little,
To prove the true whiteness of soot.
We all have lost something crucial
In this preposterous war.
"Also, where are your wings, dear,
That I was admiring before?
Where are your wings, dear,
That I was admiring before?
Where are your wings, dear,
That I was admiring before?"
I don't ask you about your money,
No questions about your men.
I see you are phobic of open windows
And top-floor dwellings as well.
And if tomorrow there happens a fire,
And the flames do engulf every floor,
We will perish without your wings, dear,
The wings I was admiring before.