there's still riches

✂ what do we care about anything
but the real thing -!
what are the systems of mankind to us -?
we want the pearl that's cheap like grey stone,
the gust of wind, precious like our mother's heart -
o, no -!
there's still some cruel laughter bidden in our blood,
still rich.es clinging to our bare hands -
oh no - oh no -!
still we're too cautious
to put in our lot with mankind's -
o, no -!
the tribes don't speak each others' tongues,
why should they -!
oh -, our pride is still a good tent
'gainst mankind's dry winds -
isn't our laughter too sharp -?
oh yes - yes - it is -!
what do we care about anything
but the real thing -?
what is the sick clamour of mankind to us -?
if our death will visit us,
we'll receive her duly -
but mankind's -?
oh no, she has too easy wings -
o, no to us there's still riches waiting
on our bare, wet rocks -