"The fiercest among the beasts
Now it is known that it is man himself
He kills even if he is not hungry

Be careful, dear friends
That we are the beasts
But the real monster is among humans
And wants to destroy everything"

All over the world there is a great scent
That every flower releases like a goodbye
Leaving man the memory of beautiful colors
That he no longer sees, does not see
In the tired air of an autumn afternoon
From my garden the flight of a dove
Traces in the sky the circle of purity
That dies, that dies, that dies

"You are the monkey we were waiting for
You are a monkey and you will lead us

From every part of creation
Already marching in Indian file
We see all the animals
Gathering around Bingo"

As if by magic at my monkey's sight
The sound of the animals is fading
And a great silence pervades the whole earth
Like the rumble of a distant thunder

And that scent of the dance of the flowers
That has now closed
In this great silence it has already vanished
In this lost ark
Of man, of modern man

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