Deep in the jungle under cool trees
the viper puffed:
- There's all that noise again.
He's sick of it.
He always hunts at night,
likes to rest during the day.
When he closes his eyes
can't stand the noises.
- I'll leave the jungle here too,
I'm going far away.
He didn't hesitate much
and off he went to Izbi.
Soon he saw the
the edge of the great desert,
that if he had one
he'd put his butt down here.
There are not many birds here,
the monkeys don't cry.
Crawling under the sand
in the silence he will rest.
So did the angry snake,
and he took a nap.
The desert sand,
damn the gusto.
Soon his eyes will open,
he didn't sleep much.
You miss it terribly
the familiar sounds.
He rolled, he twisted,
but the dream has not come.
Poison has struck him again
the little snake burst out:
- I'd rather crawl back there,
where I hear voices.
He has learned forever
it is better to stay at home.
