Nero with his axes And piles of skies gurgling Behind him Diocletian smiles And the garlands of meat fall tall
Who made the windmills? And who made the whirlpools? Who made the crows? And who made the stones? Who formed the foam From Aleph the Father? Behind the flowers The mother of the cows Dreaming of trees In the colouring fields My face dissolves in folds And I disappear
Nero with his axes And piles of skies gurgling Behind him Diocletian smiles And the garlands of meat fall tall
Who made the windmills? And who made the whirlpools? Who made the crows? And who made the stones? Who formed the foam From Aleph the Father? Behind the flowers The mother of the cows Dreaming of trees In the colouring fields My face dissolves in folds And I disappear
