| The inside of fruits becomes empty of blood | |
| when the noise tears the night. | |
| The blast of bombs animates the sacrificed bodies | |
| with little fragments of pain. | |
| Who will give you back her smile ? | |
| Who will give you back her light ? | |
| Who will give you back the lost time ? | |
| Who will give you back the salt of the earth ? | |
| You have forgotten the way of the shadow and the rose of winds is withered. | |
| You have forgotten the held out hand and the wire of the pendulum. | |
| You have lost your dreams and forgotten the brightness of the sun, | |
| You have lost your story and forgotten the colour of the earth. | |
| [ I forgot the way of the shadow and the rose of winds, | |
| I forgot the held out hand and the wire of pendulum, | |
| But I will never forget, the regard of my dog.] |