Ultravaló [English translation]

Cars do not pass here

Not even a single dog

Among the dead cottages

The moonbeam maunders

There are no dreams here

And there are no dreamers

Balkan brass band

Sound the tattoo

The grass-hook is rusted

And the hammer is baggy

On unjunked verities

an usurer is sitting around

I ask with head down

If he has anything for sale

Take that - he says -

Here's a little viaticum

The puritan instinct and the need lead me

I dilacerate the corpses

And I scatter hearts in front of the feet

To show the road towards home to the blind

I don't believe the priest

who preach from his hip pocket

I don't believe the innocent

who plays the shell game

I don't believe in faith

Whereon they plaster the stars

Small Chinese angels

Cradle me in their lap

The puritan instinct and the need lead me

I dilacerate the corpses

And I scatter hearts in front of the feet

To show the road towards home to the blind