When the low heavy sky weighs like a cover
Down the wailing spirit racked by long troubles
& That from the horizon embracing the whole circle
It makes a black day sader that nights pour down on us
When the earth is turned into a wet dungeon
Where hope , like a bat ,
Goes away timidly beating the walls with its wing
& Banging its head against rotten roofs
Where the rain spreading its huge streaks
Imitates the bars of a vast prison
& A dumb people , from infamous spiders ,
Comes & tightens his nets in the bottom of our brains
Bells all of a sudden jump in a fury
& Throw an awful yelling at the sky
As well as wandering nationless spirits
That start moaning obstinately
& Long hearses , without drums nor music
Slowly parade in my soul , hope
Is defeated , cries , & the dreadful despotic anxiety ,
Sticks its black flag into my leaning skull
& Long hearses , without drums nor music
Slowly parade in my soul , hope
Is defeated , cries ..