On the mass's middle mugginess everywhere
the strength of the sounds penetrates everybody,
Slackened on minds many colours nyílal accross
And a jóbarát takes your hand floating,
Newsless a beat, a melody interrupt it
Your foot goes regularly to this,
You attune to an end
You are drifting continually farther in,
call in the clear voices
You observe them shakily
and ready faces look out on you. :)))))))))