There is a box
In the box there is a language
In the language we bow
In the language we shake hands
In the language we wave hands
In the language we proclaim our love
In the language we make the invisible, visible
Sometimes this box is thrown in the gutter
Then we shout out loud to be heard
Sometimes this box is placed on the sharp point of the pyramid
Then we whisper not to get hurt
Sometimes this box has no language
Then we are very very happy
