The sky a circle made and
I what I made?
The same another time the sun
was born and died and
I still not One day, perhaps
Without bothering nobody
Nor to make to notice me
I come back to the same place
I go to wait nobody
Nobody The dogs bark pra to censure me
But nor I go to argue thus
With individuals So only
That I almost can listen to the day kill
the night that arrives at the end
Without bothering nobody
Nor to make to notice me
I come back to the same place
Therefore goes to be nobody there
Nobody .