When i
When i see your empty glances
I feel
All the pain of the war and all the pain of the people.
Normal souls, normal eyes,
In the middle of strange light:
Now the bombs are resting,
And the children are sleeping, now.

And we are here, with our shocking pains,
A weak market, a black day,
We are still like silly things,
With a little smile.

When i
When i see that leanness, that hands,
I feel
I feel a warning, a warning for all (the) men.