Si No Us Sap Greu

If you don't mind, if it's okay, it's eating away at me... to take a stroll through the streets, fully aware and alive. I'll leave the substitute in the mirror and the heritage in limbo, 'cause I gotta head out urgently if you don't mind. If you don't mind, if it's okay, I'll take the scents of this autumn downpour, the blind man's touch, and the warmth of fresh bread, a crusty roll. From the new bud, what will be, and from sex, its final breath, and the moonlight if that's alright. This damn feeling of always being late, of skimming through things without touching them, of wasting time trying to do something important... Before the substitute calls... ..."Every man for himself"... I've promised myself to life. Long live the newlyweds! Let's find out what's brewing everywhere, and what whispers around the river bend, and what grumbles in the markets, and what the paper doesn't say. If we have to live and we have to die, I'd like to do it in my own name out of respect for the species... If you don't mind.