When i When i see your empty glances I feel All the pain of the war and all the pain of the people. Normal souls, normal eyes, In the middle of strange light: Now the bombs are resting, And the children are sleeping, now. And we are here, with our shocking pains, A weak market, a black day, We are still like silly things, With a little smile. When i When i see that leanness, that hands, I feel I feel a warning, a warning for all (the) men.