Blue and indisposed, 
The hours, the days and the weeks 
Become mountain ranges 
Scalded and bare

In the useless shade 
On a windless plain 
All who pulse and breathe 
Lie still in their grief

While the red earth turns 
Delirious with rage 
And punishing all 
Standing tall on her turf 

The blue shade hides none  
From its tyrant star 
Filling each hidden haven, 
Breathing life into violence