translated by Valerie Coulton

I'll send my words to foreign countries
To faraway summer camps
and let them dress in the colour of cities
With noble carvings in the joints of restored houses.
They can play in the mud naked beyond the equator
Chase reindeer and smell of cedar wood.
Then, you will see them for the first time, hidden.
When you're driving, you will sing them and smile
Guessing they're saying something beautiful.

Too used to listening to them
You think they resemble all the others.

Tuned in to what is familiar
You feel the birds departing
And betray them.