Stramba-i realitatea sumbra
Si dupa ucideri umbla
Are lamele la tampla
Iar la sold sabie scurta
Are si un revolver
Si-un cutit fara maner,
Surichene ascutite
Gata de a fi infipte
In trupuri,
In duhuri
Si dive
In maluri,
In valuri
Si-n tine.