Chove ou amanhece
Os esqueletos dançam.

Estão mortos!

Vivem a morte, nutridos
Pelo sentido
Pela ardente vontade  de

Fitar meus olhos.

Com aqueles seus buracos
Vazios do crânio
Sem mesmo
Lembrar da dor que tiveram

Por já terem vivido.

Se nutrem da seiva
De guardar a vida
Do escárnio imperecível do passado.
É somente para isso que

Os esqueletos dançam.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"