The night scatters our ideas like embers
The van is out of gas
The Ford Mustang is gathering dust
I danced at the bottom of a dust pit
The clouds have made the dawn blaze
The snake of nights shakes the calm sky with its venom
It rains syncopated musical notes
The night disperses all the music
The van stopped dead in its tracks
The Ford Mustang has crashed, the sky is burning
Come dance in the lakes of twilight
Traveler, your laughter has made the dawn blaze
The poison of the hours blackens our lips
It rains tears – it rains without ceasing