Only my life will truly die for me
sometime.
Only the grass knows the earth's taste.
When it leaves her, only my blood
truly pines for my heart.
The air is tall,
you are tall,
my sadness too is tall,
A time is coming when horses die
a time is coming when machinery grows old
a time is coming when it rains coldly
and all the women wear your face,
and your dresses.
A great white bird is coming
and lays the moon on the sky.