Temporary Antennae
Every blade of grass
Sings for him alone
Forming a chorus
With all those that drink
The black pollen and from twisted yellow roots
The thousand tiny flowers that wind around his throne
Round his throne
We spend our lives pointed at the sky
We spend our lives as antennae
Antenas Temporales
Cada brizna de hierba
Canta solo para él
Formando un coro
Con todos aquellos que beben
El polen negro y de raíces amarillas retorcidas
Las mil pequeñas flores que se enroscan alrededor de su trono
Alrededor de su trono
Pasamos nuestras vidas apuntando al cielo
Pasamos nuestras vidas como antenas