When the moon is out
The bells die away
And impenetrable
Paths come to the fore.
When the moon is out
Water covers land
And the heart feels itself
An island in infinity.
No one eats oranges
Under the full moon.
It is right to eat
Green, chilled fruit.
When the moon is out
With a hundred faces all the same,
Coins of silver
Start sobbing in the pocket.