In there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.

    Nobody is asleep.

    tures of t their cabins.

    te t dream,

    and t  broken  on the

    street corner

    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 morning 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.