Tired with all these I fall asleep
And when I slept I saw a dream
As thought I was on my big ship
In role of captain made of cream.
And feeling happy, drifting through the meadow
Between the poppies and chicory
I was as quiet as a shadow,
I saw myself as thought I've read this story.
Oh, drifting meadow, lovely place,
Its ox-eye daisies,violets and a single willow
Made me joyful like the first in space
But what a failure, I lost my tender pillow.
First time I felt myself in barbed wire,
Then looking at the ruby wine I smiled.