Everywhere I see these faces.
Through the mirror-like surface they watch
I peer into my reflection often
Dead forms aspects trying to catch
All of them are staying under water
Embody reincarnated
Smiling in tranquility on bottom
The emerge then hurry fade.

Look! How air and delicate the life is
And how high the souls of dead
Now I wear Guede mask on my face
I stretch out for you my hands
 [bad word] closer to my violet essence
Open wider sewed up eyes
Soon you’ll have to cross conditional fence
Life and Death to realize.