... At Supper for Example

I extinguished the ultimate fire
To give respite to my eyes
I'm imprisoned in the bowels of an ox
And here indeed I can no longer lift my arms.

I listened to the myths of heroes and bawdy poets
I dug within tombs of love and of the saints
But the furious cry of the earth beats my ears again
And still I'm forced to hear.

Now I'm here with you, my friends, my friends forever
You are more than a brother, you're drunk from my glass
You hold my arm while I speak
You look at me in silence
But it's from you that I ask help my hands, that are so tired.

All my weariness lain over my shoulders
All that's left to me is your help
The air feels the dawn, trembling as it waits
My throat trembles, long waiting dawn
Outside the day is born and we, at length die.