Sooner or later going away

By brooks in front of us

To the middle of a any sea

On the broken deck of a junk

We are going away sooner or later

 

Some creased jackets

Some boxes in pieces

In the oily night fogs

Just our sleepy chilly bodies

On some creased jackets

 

I had dreams nevertheless

I had dreams

I had dreams nevertheless

 

Seeing trains going away

Ceilings loaded of jewels

And all these people sat at the table, happy

And us, on the side aisles, feverish

Seeing trains going away

 

Sometimes the children ask

How do we wind up here?

Doubtless, I slept on a leaf,

And the autumn surprised me!

 

I had dreams nevertheless

I had dreams

I had dreams nevertheless

 

But sooner or later going away

By brooks in front of us

To the middle of a any sea

On the broken deck of a junk

We are going away sooner or later

Sooner or later go away