by the sea
It is better to be deaf that to hear it:
The noise of the people excessively dull,
The words and the lowest insults,
Walls collapse by hearing them,
There is no border for the thought,
She sticks from a head to the other one non-stop,
The heart gets lost as a dead fairy
By trying to to chase away them in the desert.
It is better to be deaf that to understand it,
Le Monde is as helpless as a babe dirty,
The thoughts devour those who hear them,
Le Monde does not even know that it is crazy.