And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening.
Kui ma näen mustunud palkseinu ja sinkja pimeduse sisse viivat ukseava, siis saan ma kohe aru, et see on vaid uni ja ränkraske rõõm süngestub ärkamise ootuses.