I am going on the spring water
Stars, stars are in my beard:
But in the river spring,
But in the mirror dream
Something else is reflecting.
But in the earthly delirium
On the river ice
Someone else drives the little sledge.
On the horse, on the horse I am flying,
I am shouting threateningly the sonorous songs:
But there's no echo,
But to me in return
Someone's smiling in the silence.
In the pure heavens
And in the deaf forests
Someone else is smiling.
On the ground, on the ground I'm lying,
And somewhere into the sky I'm looking:
And the mushrooms are growing,
And the gardens are blooming,
And something is approaching to me.
And as a living grain
As a day without a name
Someone else is waking up,
Someone else is waking up,
Someone else is waking up