In an eastern city where I won’t return

there is a winged stone light and huge

lightning strikes this winged stone

I close my eyes to remember

in my city where I won’t return

there is heavy and nourishing water

the one who gives you a cup of this water

gives you the faith you will still return

in my faraway city that has gone

from all maps of the world there is bread that can nourish

throughout life black as the faith you will see again

stone bread water and the presence of towers at dawn