The Wind

Driven by hunger, the wind
With black bread in its hands
Toward the slowly warm sea
Past the gold on the crosses
Past the path of knowledge
Into the depths of sacred ages
Toward the essence of all understanding
Believing only in love

But the nets are cast at midnight
And pearls lie in the fields
The books are filled with water
And the earth has been scorched
Anyone who wanted to return
To the one who comes in dreams
We're on an enormous bed
He forgot about the gods

I was reading and love came up in the cards
One more step beneath the cloak of bonfires
And the stone warmed through by day
Will save you at night
What had been like a shadow became like a knife
Someone is still ahead and I see your rain
I gave you a dollar
And I myself was left without a hundred

And we rose in the morning and saw the shore
We stood above the sea, stood and sang
And our hands remained in the shadow
Until the festival of light
I need to go fetch water with a canister
But I'm too lazy to get up and get dressed
I will stay lying here
Looking at neither shadow nor house
I will stay lying here
Despite lunchtime
And if someone comes in
I will out-trample their trail