Rustling in ears on dust roadsides Sing high-voltage wires Cable columns were lop-sided from a wild wind . Here so will be always .Cars swallowed day . About each other People forgot Having shrouded In an ice web One more step To the grave . Gloomy people .Tens fat square eyes Exclamations hoarse them . The abuse rough tore air People were born with this illness of soul That slipping a black shadow conducted them to a grave.