City That Does Not Sleep

in there is nobody asleep. nobody, nobody.

nobody is asleep.

tures of t their cabins.

te t dream,

and t broken on the

street coer

tor quiet beneatender protest of the

stars.

nobody is asleep on earth. nobody, nobody.

nobody is asleep.

in a graveyard far off there is a corpse

whree years

because of a dry countryside on his knee;

and t boy this moing cried so much

it o call out to keep .

life is not a dream. careful! careful! careful!

e fall doairs in order to eat t earth

or o the dead

dahlias.

but forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;

fless. kisses tie our mouths

in a t of new veins,

and w pain forever

and w on his shoulders.

one day

the saloons

and ts

take refuge in the

eyes of cows.

another day

cterflies rise from the dead

and still ry of gray sponges and silent boats

congue.

careful! be careful! be careful!

till orm,

and t boy wion

of the bridge,

or t dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,

carry to the snakes

are ing,

ing,

wing,

and tands on end blue shudder.

nobody is sleeping in the sky. nobody, nobody.

nobody is sleeping.

if someone does close his eyes,

a whip, boys, a whip!

let there be a landscape of open eyes

and bitter wounds on fire.

no one is sleeping in this world. no one, no one.

i before.

no one is sleeping.

but if someone grooo mucemples during the

night,

open tage trapdoors so

ts, and ters.