La Torre De Babel

In the Tower of Babel
fifty cigarettes lived
they lived piled up
all made of paper

One by one aligned
each very well formed
The smallest was that one
and his name was Gabriel

Fine tobacco, cottons
went to see the river
They went singing songs,
dead from the cold
Gabriel's passion
was to swim in the river
He told his uncle about this
who was a honey cigarette

His uncle, who was very old
had no objections
and when the Havana arrived
completely covered in coffee
'Where did Gabriel go'
asked the worried Havana
'He went with other cigarettes
to see the river flow'
'I can't believe it.
You are a very bad citizen,
because your nephew and brother
may never return'

When the Havana arrived
at the riverbank
he saw a small cigarette
dead, open & lying down.
It was all wet
with no signs of life.
The tobacco was coming off,
scattered around

Sadness, cries, laments
will reign from today in Babel.
Gabriel has died,
everything fell silent.

Only a good fire
can kill a cigarette
but if it dies wet it's the same
as if a man
were hanged
hanged