get moving, don’t give in to sleep

Wake up, brothers: the messenger has arrived.

 

It’s tracing an errand across the wind.

 

Wake up, brothers, wake up! 

 

Get moving, don’t give in to sleep. 

 

I’m begging you—Wake up! 

 

You all know full well: the coming of that moth-bird 

is synonym of an imminent end. 

 

Wake up, brothers, wake up! 

Let’s drive this intruder out of the house. 

 

[Martín Tonalmeyotl {1983- } 'Bad Omen', from Tlalkatsajtsilistle]