I want a horse of several colours
I want it quickly and I'm going to leave
Meadows await me with so many flowers
That only horses of several colours
Can suit
I want a saddle made of scraps
Of some cloud passing in the sky
I want it slippery - nimbus and cirrus
Over the hedges, over the landfills
That the world is mine.
I want the reins to do wonders
Fly, horse, gallop some more,
Climb to the layers of the bottomless sky,
Towards that point, outside the world,
Where cathedrals aspire.
Let me leave now, so soon,
Before all the flowers wither.
I have the madness, I know the way,
But how can I leave alone
Without a horse of several colours?