Here is the night, friend of the criminal;
comes as an accomplice, with a wolf step. the sky
as a large bedroom closes slowly,
and the impatient man becomes wild.
Oh, night, good night, wishing them well
whose hands can say: the day
Today we worked! - Night is the one to calm down
the souls devouring a wild sorrow,
to the stout sage whose forehead is bent down,
and the worker returning to his home.
The unhealthy demons, while in the environment,
as businessmen wake up embarrassed,
and windows and windows knock when flying.
Through the light that makes the wind swing
on the sidewalks goes to prostitution.
like a big mule opens its burrows.
everything opens up a secret path,
as the enemy who designed the attack,
and removed to the city of mud,
Like a worm that burns human food.
Here and there you hear the whistle of the kitchens,
the trentar theaters, the snoring orchestras;
public tables where the game triumphs,
full of brothers and thieves
whose work has no truce,
forcing hidden doors and safes,
Live for a while and pay for your loved ones.
Collect yourself, my soul, in this serious moment,
and close your ears to this overflow.
This is the moment when the sick get worse!
The dark night traps their throats. they end up
their destiny and go to the common abyss.
The hospital is full of sighs. - They won't come back
to look for the aromatic soup,
from the fire, at night, near a beloved soul.
Even most of them have not met
the sweetness of a home and they have never lived.