I dance in joy for a fleeting moment's eternity.

The poor animal, the weak animal

in the wild wide steppes

trees blowing river flowing

the clouds tell thousand stories

and vivid is all

and harsh is all

and blood courses through its veins

what for, why, what for !

fly fly fly fly fly fly fly

the urban jungle welcomes no one

dull white brown and smoke

and ant I become in this anthill

of shady sides and rowdy cries

I drink it all and beer

drown my thoughts in motion

and fatigue rescues me like

Alladin's carpet ...

I fly I fly over the city
The beautiful city, beautiful streets

terraces lines spikes and gardens

churches dogs parks cars

and people walking talking,

selling crying helping lying ...

Swoosh swoosh swoosh down

in to this room small,

four guys singing a song,

a desk, papers and poem,

and a book and Newton

and love and imagination.

I dance in joy for a fleeting moment's eternity.