This hollow crane, this hollow crane and its hologram,
a hollow crane, a hollow crane in a hollow land.
It swallows all, it devours the soil that makes us.
In dawn of day, the frame of the crane has disappeared.
All the fowls have flown to east, still you persist to leave.
The grey feathers shiver of solitaire.
This hollow crane, in ash of earth it rose its head.
To have a plague, to destroy us and sickness spread.
We lean to God, who has long ago denied us.
The Crane has come to reap the weak.
I wish to rid these bandages.
I live to suffocate your dreams.
They took everything, left this hollow skin.
Can you tell me what it means?