Wet Dream

Night is sleeping Charmed by the door The shadow drooped in the day In the flowering bed The window of the jungle is crossing It's a rhythmic song I've heard somewhere In the memory of the first day The rainstorm is looking for a fog in the dark Sleeping in sleep The dream came true At the end of the trunk I went to another lake I will go on a day that I do not see yet There I am singing melodious cymbals in the flowering flask What are we waiting for?