The shells of eggs are thinner
Than the breaking waves of seas
The salt that stains the snow-boots
The honeycomb with golden frieze
...
Royal Jelly
The shells of eggs are thinner
Than the breaking waves of seas
The salt that stains the snow-boots
The honeycomb with golden frieze
My chest is a hollow trembling
And on the left I feel a squeeze
My hands hang cold and salty
And my face is made of bees