Оригинален текст
The prospect of sun.
Page after page
Of black-and-white portraits.
A silver age.
Scent of a sunset.
On a stage,
Difficult music.
A modern age.
The palace is still,
A frozen cage.
Bayonets gleam.
A silver rage.
Earthquakes predicted
And someday soon
A total eclipse
Of the sun and the moon