I can see the lightening,
Tearing the chest of sky,
Up in its aerial dwelling,
Which is quite high.
Accompanied by thunder,
Which roars like wonder,
There it glares in the depth of the night,
Like the chest of a dark dragon,
Torn by spear of ‘The Lilac Knight’,
Lightening – the mauve sun, Lights up the dark sky!
Brilliant lilac fills the dark night,
Like a phoenix with its brilliant plumes,
In a zigzag meandering flight.
The thunder growls,
The big trees howl,
The earth below is wet,
With it’s own disgusted sweat,
