How many horses have you got, you who sit by the door
You who touch the sky with your shortest finger
The night doesn't need it
The night can easily go without your concert
Would you be offended if someone called you "an attempt"
And then came a child with his hands in his pockets
And a green ocean behind his back
He said: "I'd like to know how big the green is,
How beautiful the sea is, for how long a room lasts
I've been looking at the sun too long, it hurt me"
Try to leave the bells to their ring of swallows
And don't stick your nose in my business
And don't come and tell me: "I prefer a poet,
I prefer a poet to a defeated poet"
But if you want it so much, you can kiss me every time you want