In the backyard of reality
We equalized our problem, pencil and pain.
A bold of lightning passed
through a thick layer of milk; I intended to
drink it more than anyone else did.
My mind drifted near the ground like a piece of paper
To resurrect under this bloody hill;
Angels, roosters, temples
Spinning out of my mind.

It's getting darker each day.
Meanwhile corpses reviving.

在真象的后院
我们平衡麻烦、铅笔和痛苦。
一道闪电穿
过一层厚厚的牛奶；我坚持要
喝下它，比任何人更坚持。
我的心思贴着地面飘象一张纸
在流血的小山下复苏；
天使、雄鸡、庙宇
自记忆里飞旋而出。

每天都在变得更暗。
同时死尸一具具复活。