Fish-filled sunset
Oh Mason oh beggar
All columns are going to die
puffs of smoke the Congress speeches
But the love but the trees
but the shoes of Charlot
they tremble in the eyes by birth
The aircraft which will give you around the world
in the twinkling of an eye
they will write Red words in the sky
Words like children's drawings
Words for beast and men
Oh oh Mason oh beggar poet
our future partners
they will have the bones of glass