at 1 you live
at 2 he drinks air
and thinks in kilograms
here a big mouth for you
guard us from
clouds, shapes, characters
cures
everyone steals our texts
they play them in heaven for
who knows how many gods!
let him be fat!
for now, he eats and memorizes!
there will be a collision in the sky
little daughters
surge from your mouth
they are smaller than mice's dreams
they run in the wool! must hide
life! happiness!
out of him bursts a dcm
of sons!
they're still fat, they still say their prayers to
the shell!
but, the first ones hurry into cyclones
sails are their sex!
the second ones are bears! there they are on
the strawberry! crying!
the third ones spit in the mouth, suddenly
lose weight, run away from their father in
unknown tongues!
counties, counties in the small blue
asia!
but, many would come back from the father
they yearn to get into your mouth
into the wool
the bank
that's where you live exactly from 1 to 9!
what shall we do with them?
nothing?
you mean, nil?

Translation Tomislav Kuzmanović