Grim crow sitting above the edge
Alert on guard among geraniums and transmissions
Clinging between the moon and the consuming light
Spying from the skylight the oblique time table
Raven greedy accustomed to camellias
The scent of the drawers, the reflection of the mirrors
He holds the receiver in the middle of his beak which she unplugs
While Billie doesn't stop singing, Man I love
I walk around the house in the neighborhood
I court the walls next to the courtyard
And I'm not enchanted about going up
I won't go up this evening and I don't care
That there is behind the door
Like a crow among neighborhood girls
Who have nothing to get through your veins
Make a move and they fly away
As they crawl on their feet
They greet you and you see it
That they will no longer be enough
Grown crow clinging under the roof
Swollen pompous in spite above the bed
Candle light trembles at the bottom of the evening
The shadows tremble like a spider that melts
He croaks to the sound of his dying moan
He croaks who sees what he is giving in to
How much he believes
He is   the carnival bursts into the street
Confetti and pinwheels jump
And streamers, above everyone
They turn the masks and embrace me with love
Lucifer doesn't stop jumping
/>Lines of shadow and signs between the blue linen
Lost in the folds of those who have already run away
The crow doesn't say it but he already knows that I am I know
How she sees him when he gives in, when he believes
Grown crow sitting on the edge
Eye do not see, fear do not have
Another night to burn on his dying moan
But I will be the one to return, lie again please