In this city, no matter where, on the screen flashes
Always pornographic, science fiction vampire,
Museum that is hired to leave the penstick,
We still have to go ... even if you just pass
Rubbage of rain, walk through the small newspaper
The ferocity of our neighborhood.
We need to clael our life and cannot be separated from
Those stinking dreams, the spray of the metal, those humiliations,
And high-grade from the window sill of the six-floor guest
Dangerous flashing red autumn sea
Or play in junior high school playground
Young girl with long legs.
No one wants to get us. We want to live like a tree,
Suspelling Phomple Directly wears the vulcanized air,
Scar, still germination,
Our animal passion is rooted in the city.
