In the spring carnival we once played and danced.
At the green fields, under bright blue skies of awakening summer…
The air was filled with laughter and joy, and the children we’re running around with their balloons and with their paper serpentines.
And us among them, for we we’re children too…
An old white bearded man was sitting in a white pavilion, playing with his old white cello songs that are old thousand times thousand years.
And we we’re sitting under ancient humming trees, and it was summer, and the air was warm and filled with soft, dazzling light.
And in the far away land of dreams, a lonely little prince lived in his father’s castle, and he set a thousand and one snow-white pigeons to flight…
And the pigeons all flied over oceans of blue, and sat in these ancient trees.
And as the children went sleeping under bright blue skies, on the green fields of summer, protected by these ancient trees, the white pigeons, they sang their songs of dreams for thousand times thousand years.
But the cruel winter chills arrived, and covered the green fields of summer under white blanket of oblivion.
And the bright blue skies we’re the home for the wildly dancing spirits of the winter.
And the children slept under white blanket of oblivion, in the deep darkness of the ice-cold bosom of the cruel mother winter.
And so they slept for thousand times thousand years.
But the children dreamt dreamed of love and joy…
And so the darkness could bear it no longer.
The freezing cold snow could no longer bear the warmth of their loving hearts.
And the first flowers of spring we’re the memories of the songs they heard the white pigeons sing thousand times thousand years ago.
And their little burning hearts called for the prince of spring to come…
And he came from the land of dreams.
Riding on a white horse he came, and the horse was running through the clouds.
And he brought the spirits of awakening summer with him.
And so it shall be, that in one blessed day, we can sing and dance, once again, in a spring carnival.
The sunlight will twinkle brightly through the leaves of those ancient trees, and the children will be running around again, laughing and playing in great great joy and happiness, for it is spring again, and it’s time for joy!
And us among them, as children again…
And the old man in his white pavilion will play those ancient songs again, and the little prince will dream a dream of a spring carnival, and climb up to the highest tower of his father’s castle in the land of dreams.
And once again those thousand and one snow-white pigeons will fly over oceans of blue, and sit in those ancient humming trees.
And the children will sleep under bright blue skies, on the green fields of summer, and the pigeons will sing the songs of dreams that are old thousand times thousand years…