... But there was it... a pigeon has brought me, br br For god's the food and drink from heavenly paradise of the muse... br br I so have overslept... long - long on the violet cloud. br br And... day and night... where only, the blue-eyed br br Moon was smiled to me and sang for me br br Magic sweet songs...but it was... I have woken up, br br And I hear - such complaints, of the far violet dreams... br br But I feel, somewhere above clouds, br br So the silent rustle, of the pigeon wings...