Go, slide the painter's hands
And paint the deepest hole in the world
And color collars, hide colors
Tastes, stomach aches
On the canvas to Earth explodes
Of colors, flavors of the palate
Wind, burst, open the treasure
From the bottom of the sea
Take your hand and put it in the poor hands
Then paint the deepest hole in the ground
In order
You like
Becomes the taste
Of the butter
To colors that glow
In the table burns the earth
The winds carry a secret
In the depths of the sea
A glimpse of your oro
Caught in a now