When the stars in the sky ignore the firmament and go off to sleep by day, the stars of the water greet the sky berried in the sea inaugurating the duties of the new undersea heavens...

The clocks of the sea,
the artichokes,
the blazing money boxes,
have no money, have no money,
for Christmas,
the pockets of empty sea,
have no money for Christmas,
full of hands,
with no money for Christmas,
the lamps of water,
the shoes and boots
of the ocean,
have no money for Christmas.

The waves returned to the
Shopping,
my hands work with no
money for Christmas.
As poor as I'm
I have no money for 
Christmas Shopping,
We are mad spending...