Goodbye sting and all my columbines
In the tower which looks out gently
Their yo-yo plumage on the cold bomb shoulder
Goodbye sting.
Goodbye house and its little blue roofs
Where such a friend in all seasons
To see us again made some money
Goodbye house.
Goodbye line of hay in pigs
Near the clock! O! how often I hurt myself
That you know me like an apartment
Goodbye line!
Goodbye lamb grease! hands carrying arteries
On the well-varnished little park mirror
Of white barricades the color of diapers
Goodbye lamb grease!
Goodbye verges calves and planks
And on the sting our black flying boat
Our servant with her white hair-do
Goodbye verges.
Goodbye my clear oval river
Goodbye mountain! goodbye cherry trees!
It is you who are my cap and tale
Not Paris.
