This concrete lilac submarine of mine
there are no clouds on my sky,
This smoke around me is from the nearby factories
that produces babies of illusions, mindless,
without the powers to fly.
My submarine floats above a sphere, I watch them
no no no no no,
as they are coloured with agony.
My submarine keeps me safe from the noises,
it shows me the dreams of the dandelions,
the other side of the rainbow.