He came to the idol of the tavern to take us home, he showed us the new spring, to refresh us, to open his mark on his children, to fill his bow so that he could walk, to make us a hundred points, to set a hundred traps and deceits, to make a hundred dice, to eat us
dry, to pamper us, to pamper our souls, hidden in our hearts, a hundred secrets, a hundred secrets came to us, and he came back, and he came back.That goodness and pampering came to make us scorched, that soul and the world came to the hidden treasure, the glory of the kings came to cover our pain, and the one who must come to us, perhaps if the action comes in our direction, and the one who must come to us, perhaps if the action is in our direction, comes.