The bees of Brazil
Their there still
Still the bees
And still the Brazil.

But should they grow ill
The bees of Brazil
Should they grow ill
They'd no longer fulfill
They'd all just be nil.

There'd be no more hunny
It wouldn't be funny
There'd be no more money
It wouldn't be too sunny... anymore.

But today - anyway
They still take their fill
The bees of Brazil
They go where they will
... Until

A la nuit satine
la belle Orion se mire
dans l'air frissonnant
des sables constellés,
et sur les rives lactées
où coule le Nil,
je me pavane
le nez dans les étoiles,
suivant des yeux
les volutes sorcières
d'un havane suave
embaumant Misraïm.
Qu'ont-ils raconté
ces hommes, venant de Mars,
lorsqu'ils débarquèrent
de leurs vaisseaux,
fuyant leur terre moribonde ?
Et quel espoir oublié
chérissaient-ils
que garde en son ventre
le sphinx immobile ?
Mon vieux Samir
reprenons une rasade
de ce doux Rhum
couleur d'ambre
parfumé de santal
et laissons sous le sable
soupirer ce mystère
qui sommeille.

The Indian gentleman, Brahmagupta,
invented the zero, null, nil, and zip--
just for times like now:
You betrayed me, you broke my heart.

Zero, null, nil, and zip--
Rewind, erase, delete, obliterate.
You betrayed me, you broke my heart.
You are nothing to me.

Rewind, erase, delete, obliterate.
Brahmagupta’s wonderful cipher lets me precisely say:
You are naught to me--
And not just for now, but forever.

The Indian gentleman, Brahmagupta,
invented the zero, null, nil, and zip--
just for times like this:
You betrayed me, you broke my heart.

Rewind, erase, delete, obliterate.
You are naught to me.

None did share
your lonely sorrow
in your darkest hours
your poignant words ne'er ceased to flow

drawn from the furthest depth
of your pierced heart and bruised mind
the darkness that haunted your days entire
with all reason long left behind

but the green fields
the flowers and trees
among which you laboured
every moment you did please

where were those who
once loved and did treasure you?
they became more strange
than strangers--not even a few

were willing to remember
you as a long-lost friend  
as you lingered hopelessly in the cell
where for two decades you did spend.