BEFORE THE CITY IS DESTROYED

If the city is razed to the ground, the last clock stopped ticking
One can envy the gaieties of the savage and the departed.
We scream for salvation in the deluge 
But no vessels will ply this sewer water all around. 
The sea is far far away, nowhere near the city: 
Dark shallow marshy waters surround from all sides.
Our loving and living are a mixture of pus filled blood;
The desire for vigour is full of hopelessness.
Where you hold firm- clinging to your valuables;
Calm will forever remain unreachable there. 
Life's essential locomotion will go on soundlessly –
'Cause no one will sound an alarm before obliteration.
My talent is stolid like a well-grounded tree -
Had the ambition to rise tall like a giraffe before I perished.