Текст песни Haiku

We’re chippin’ at the moon with an old bone Issa and her sister chip until the moon is gone An endless row of wagons in the snow Issa grabs her sister says c’mon let’s go ‘cause Yeah, I think I’ll write a haiku Well, you know as well as I do You gotta, gott have a high iq So eat this and have a cup of tea Widow lighting lamps at cock crow Sengai stamps to help his blood flow From his brush figures rush In the middle sits a poet Almost smothered, almost crushed, crying "Yeah, I think I'll write a haiku" (Systole, diastole Dealing with the parts but Feeling with the whole) Yo! Han shan's tears, small worlds Resting on the spears of warlords In the wood a drop of blood Hits an inky pond which ripples as it should