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A floating corpse on a lafette, Behind it the dancing youths, Through the slit of licked lips. You can hear the bells of brains. The sobbing country Drowning in green snot, Hope has touched bottom, The bottom in hot coals. The soot of farewell speeches Over the mown field of carnations, A full of tears human stream, Drowning in its own cry. In the gold of mourning ribbons The sunbeam plays, The letters of new legends In the land of endless clouds. And someone breathed the air of the wind's change, And someone threw back his chair, Hanging half a meter high Somebody shouted “Hooray!” And the echoing bird flew through the streets, Fluttering through the city till morning The white feathers of the dawn made them sparkle. And then all will share, but not share. The abomination will present new faces. Others will come to eat, The long-waiting, angry ones, And they'll tear to pieces What's left They'll make pity true They'll bleed. Much. Again. Again. And all we want is warmth And all we want is light Springtime So that our bodies Through dreams to summer.