Чашка Рене Лаванда

Among the flowering vines: A flask of wine Alone, I one to share my reverie So I raise my cup, beckon the moon come down to dine And see my shadow flicker forth– From one is born a band of three! Since the moon cannot enjoy my drink And my shadow only follows my weaving hand These fleeting friends will do, I think At least while spring still warms the land! I sing: the moon reels above I dance: my shadow flickers wildly about As long as I can stay awake This party of three will joyfully shout.. Soon drunken sleep will quell our fun And my trio will separate back into one Cold hearted friends, we’ll pass each other by And wave by the light of the river in the sky..