Танатоходец

I go on the gray lands, 
  gray rat on the wilds, 
  me oozes sky - 
  dull gray garbage. 
  Somewhere behind a pile of slag 
  dog howling at the sky 
  Sunset and a sob, 
  other caretaker-teasing. 

  And in my hands treasure 
  I have a handful of treasure 
  I have full palm 
  colored glass 

  I'm sitting in a rotten buffet 
  tea and puke 
  from today's showdown, 
  soreness of the mouth of inside. 
  Me slanting lamps 
  three in a row, daylight 
  little need me to be happy - 
  Collect a try. 

  And in my hands treasure 
  I have a handful of treasure 
  I have full palm 
  colored glass. 

  If anyone peep me, 
  I'd have to squeeze tighter, 
  Who the hell would be to understand, 
  that flashed over the table. 
  Not diamond, emeralds not - 
  just broken glass, 
  me enough, and that's enough - 
  and never bummer. 

  In my hands is a treasure 
  I have a handful of treasure 
  I have full palm colored glass, 
  if I'm such a fool that 
  wow, It 
  for nearly thirty years has not typed. 

  At this moment 
  I give myself a report 
  Let them continue to light. 
  God has let me 
  such as will, 
  with pointless pieces of glass in his hand.