The colors are crazy, they've lost their peace -
The sky blazes over the pale, pearl-like river
The structures came to life, on their feet,
They wander in herds across the carpet of dark blue grasses.
Between the scarlet pillars is a golden ball
To the edge of the cliff across the indigo field - wait!
Don't crash on the backs of silver waves,
Don't crash on the waves resting choln.....