I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers.
We are always three; counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon.
Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking and my shadow is never thirsty.
When I sing the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities, the guests must depart. This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me.