1. As your colors beg
He strikes the strings violently

2. And his madness makes them weep
Angry or sarcastic, your arts

3. Appear in hatred of his arts
Disheveled hair, sickly face

4. His eyes have died
And he wears clothes of

5. Humiliation and deprivation that betray him
I said: Oh you, art itself

6. So make me happy with an image
That I may draw from it

7. A world that hides its feelings
And it fills me like a madman

8. Who sees, like me, his reward
Laughing like thunder, not caring

9. For the miserable world
And it walks like a king who

10. No longer fears his prisoners
I said: Would you accept a

11. Dollar, my friend? Perhaps
We are intimate in feeling and distress

12. He said: This is my capital, indeed
It is the real treasure

13. I said: Two dollars, so visit
A corner crying softly

14. I said: What do you want
So he walked away down the road