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.