How small you are
But I don't feel pityneither liking for your thoughtlessness'
Alone wordsright like pity''compassion'
Sometimes a deep insensibility is extimed more
Than your useless affectations
You would shout to the world but it would be too expensive
For your delicacy'
You should be trampled with coldness But there is no more space for the irony in this world
You talk to me about'weaknesses', envy'and jealousy'
All that in you provokes a little of interest
You are flock in a yard that looks over on the empty
As your heads where resounds the echo of your laziness
Too much tightly is this sound!It could stun me!
Sewed your mouth, I have not time to laugh!
Graze your grass out of may way I don't want your hypocrisy
You will not even be tools, but simple clowns
Dignity is neededn to sacrifice oneself... Where it is necessary
To give sense to a Whole in which you represent the buffoons of this court
