Оригинален текст
Living without you is difficult
But our dead dreams awake
In mushroom art
Do not observe her beauty
Cloud faced oldman winking
You see, he tests me
He wants I should join him
in gratitude
For his craft
He calls this love
But hardly so
Happy the universe
Happy is the act
A bejeweled crow on a quilted tent
Yea, at the zenith
Our dead dreams awake