Building my words without walls
building a town without holes
waiting for a time without loud fans
where i will not die of heat

Building my a home without doors
building a boat without ores
waiting for a world without english
where i don't have to sing their thoughts

Found a recycled tape, buried alive
Heard a stolen love song, through the mouth of a killer
saw fifteen faces of shaking insecurity
slept in the crevice in the cliff

Building
and waiting
for a world without
language
Sòea,
e Tekrîe,
a world without
luggage too
Gewqik
raeeblie
for a world without
English
Building
and waiting
for Eivrinòszt

Skoindaighk yig grizklì jir fritoú py
Glimzo fritoú rejirn kroxith spörl
bwoimph lìn viglans pambódulé
reezlou jiflo hluit wa kulinch szat

Wekrøuninfau òv shishneir òv Faìâb,
gyus eus nashîl fseu niquindiar
hintier òv ðo Faìâb os frimskra
osishisneir, ofeairni shisneir, grisquex

Wekrøuninfau crowkousish fisneir plenthe
Parladichina, parladichika, parladini,
Siliphyinig hitzi juragacht ov chöfulómæch
Stoumphinz opteveir dunz dttsyr pleinei.

Ísjaindle
òv ðo pleinei
pamblebolo
Sòea,
e Tekrîe,
òv ðo pleinei
detchiwolo
Gewqik
raeeblie
òv ðo pleinei
wekrounst feinra
Building
and waiting
for Eivrinòszt