With Wind, Flies the paper
And with the paper, flies my hand to catch it
Before, the paper is lost.
The paper is the sanity.
Sanity is written on the paper.

אני רואה ציפור, עפה, ויושבת על ענף.
גיבוב של שטויות אחת, אחרי, השנייה.

I lie down on the metal floor of Station number 4.
Can't hold myself from thinking.
About...
Thinking.

כותב מה שבא לראש.

The paper flies, sits on the other side of Station number
4.
I forget, about the paper.
I'm lying down on the metal floor, and
When I get up,
I look for the paper.
Can't find it.
I check my green pant's pockets for the paper.
I found it.
On the paper, words are written.
Words which possess, the Sanity.
Of another person.
The insanity of another person.
I start reading the paper.
I don't understand what it means.
call the person it belongs to.
He explains, the harmony and disharmony which
Come, afterwards.
I understand, press the disconnection button,
On my Samsung cellular phone, and
Get, back to my reading.
I finish reading the other person's sanity.
When, im done.. I...

I don't have my sanity anymore,
I have to use other people's sanities.