I have Dublin in the picture here and the three of us./And there? on the gray sky written in blue: here all that remains is the end / and then it was the end for us... / But isn't it? Not ? the end that…/ And isn't it? the gray sky but? Staying here / on top of this train / like a thread stretching to unite my days /...and where are you?/ I'M TREMENING WHAT? REMAINING OF US NOW I HAVE NOTHING LEFT OF US NOW! / And then the DUKE, the alcohol, the dreams / And that: "WE NEVER!" / Never like them / never like them / I TREMBLE WHAT IS LEFT OF US? / NOW THERE IS NOTHING BETWEEN US BUT... / DUBLIN? still there / DUBLIN maybe not? the end! //