Neath Waters (Minden Vízbe Mártott Test)
And as the spirit's grained to sack
Of shining flesh by mills of time
And as the flaming's drowned to mud
All whisper me mortality...
By window slumbering deeply
Soulsilence, rainpainting of thee
Ships of time sail me home this night
Let the sea wash my hair weak white
Glasshearted clouds above diving
Veering and falling and rising
Nightfall room, winter shade these days
I close my eyes when I am awake
Beneath an evening garden
Glowing the loneliness
These are the shades of passing
To paint incandescence
The machines of changing
Revolving, rotating
Ships of time sail me home this night
Neath waters slumbering
Neath gardens still glowing
Let the sea wash my hair weak white
When you wake up, you close your eyes
Wake up, close your tiny eyes
When you wake up, you close your eyes
Wake up, you close your tiny eyes...
