I’m sitting in a corner of evening,
regarding the shapes of trees.
Under my chair there’s a glass of cold beer,
lipsticked lips shining in the dark.
It’s all psychedelic animated dolphins and tibet.
So the circle is closed.
Nobody knows what it’s all about.
Women in skirts are very rare,
and in this case
Dub version of evening. Ganja rules.
Bodies move slowly and exactly
like the sea. Sky so dark
and blue it glows.
It’s evening. The girls are full
of happiness, and red-haired.
How their young breasts stand up.
How proudly they wear them.
That’s what it’s all about.
Translated by Matthew Zapruder