How lovely our life must have been
Until knowledge fell from the tree
Perhaps that was even once
before the crab left the sea
Breath upon breath
keeps me alive furthermore
In order to bear the torments
That I imposed on myself with life[?]
Do you see the thorn bush bloom
in the last clear dawn?
Note to yourself the image that you have seen
For it will be dead tonight.
You speak freely and without guilt
about God's sick gifts
For children who, although they see the light of the world
they can't tolerate it.
Do you see the thorn bush bloom
in the last clear dawn?
Note to yourself the image that you have seen
For it will be dead tonight.
It will be dead!
And if there are still stories
that a new God unearths
Myriads later when the light
rises again from the ashes,
No torments will be seen
but glory and stupidity sound
like heroic songs at a human grave!
Do you see the thorn bush bloom
in the last clear dawn?
Note to yourself the image that you have seen
For it will be dead tonight.
Do you see the thorn bush bloom?
Tonight it will be dead.
We will be dead