Iris painted the sky with the arch of the rainbow And made for the cloud-wrapped palace of Somnus
Sleep, quiet amidst the world Most gentle of gods Who gives peace to the mind Who banishes care Who refreshes exhaustion
In front of the cavern of his oblivion were numberless herds Whose juicy sleep is distilled by the night and strengthened on Earth
'Round their master alive in various forms of disguise The phantom dreams have already setTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
