Aga Zaryan - Wanting The Moon lyrics

Not the moon. A flower On the other side of the water The water sweeps past in flood Dragging a whole tree by the hair A barn, a bridge. The flower Sings on the far bank Not a flower, a bird calling Hidden among the darkest trees, music Over the water, making a silence Out of the brown folds of the river's cloak The moon. No, a young man walking Under the trees. There are lanterns Among the leaves Tender, wise, merry His face is awake with its own light I see it across the water as if close up A jester. The music rings from his bells Gravely, a tune of sorrow I dance to it on my riverbank