Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
Me pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us.
Everything is broken up and dances
Проснись!
Вытряхни сны из твоих волос,
Моё милое дитя, моя сладкая.
Выбери день и выбери символ твоего дня.
Божественность дня -
Вот первое, с чем ты сталкиваешься.
Просторный сияющий пляж в свете холодной луны, украшенной драгоценностями.
По его спокойному краю сбегают обнажённые пары,
И мы смеёмся словно нежные безумные дети,
Самолюбование которых запуталось в ватном сознании младенчества.
Музыка и голоса звучат со всех сторон.
"Выбирай", - вполголоса напевают они, Старейшины -
"Вновь наступило то время.
Выбирай сейчас же", - тихо поют они, -
"Под этой луной
У древнего озера
Войди в прекрасный лес ещё раз,
Войди в жаркий сон,
Иди с нами".
Всё разрушено и всё танцует.
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
Me pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us.
Everything is broken up and dances
Wake up!
Shake the dreams out of your hair
My dear child, my sweet.
Choose a day and choose the symbol of your day.
The divinity of the day -
Here is the first thing you come across.
Spacious shining beach in the light of the cold moon, adorned with jewels.
Naked couples run along its calm edge,
And we laugh like gentle crazy children
The narcissism of which is entangled in the cotton consciousness of infancy.
Music and voices are heard from all sides.
“Choose,” they hum in an undertone, Elders -
"That time has come again.
Choose now, "they sing softly,
"Under this moon
At the ancient lake
Enter the beautiful forest again
Enter a hot dream
Come with us. "
Everything is destroyed and everything is dancing.
