(english translation)

The mist is everywhere in front The horses get lost inside the fog on the hot tin roofs It looks like the sea or North Ireland a hundred years ago The smoke and the echo of the wind Wild cats along big scaffoldings Wild cats running while breathing the smell of emptiness Everything becomes liquid

Hair flies in the eyes of the two magnificent lovers ‘Turn the music up a little more!’ The motor speeds up as if he'd picked up the scent of blood The heat, the horns forward In the sky mirroring the sparkling lakes Stains of green on blue in the heart of the gigantic white Violent birds sing in harmony:

'Live as if you were leaving! Forget your language! Live as if you were running away! Forget your name! Live like the prisoners, the escaped prisoners!’

The white powder and the soil drying on the wheels and the noise of the machine mixed to puddles of mud The yellow lava stretched on flowery fields Paintings dazzling ochre endlessly 'Oh I used to be Joy' they say in each other's ears. 'Oh I used to be Joy, oh I used to be Joy’ At once and at the same time, a tree breaks and falls down

The mist is everywhere except in front of us Two horses hurt themselves: some fog and they disappear It looks like the sea or North Ireland a thousand year ago The jetty overlooks the ocean