Jugglers who tell stories,
that show dark farces,
to provoke hypocritical laughter,
but it does not hide but their greed…

They do not offend hearts,
neither take away our calm,
only their consciousness speaks upon awakening…

But our God,
who hears everything,
observes and mutates,
consents and aims,
one day will show them,
how much they need
what they do not appreciate today…

Silence of bedroom,
broom and gloom,
in those tin hearts of vanity…

We will not tell you our dreams,
neither longings nor steems,
because in some dream corner,
they are going to come true…