Bring me all your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your heart's melodies so that I may wrap them up in a sky blue cloud cloth away from the too rough fingers of the world.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
