With lamps of red, yellow, and green
night ghosts pass through fields of grain.
Dogs bark at the black fields.
Ghosts flow into the attic of the inn,
the attic is lit extravagantly
by red lamps, yellow ones, and green.

From the attic the ghosts reclaim
hostages from the times of their lives.
A story I forgot tells how
in the attic night, silhouettes appear
with red lamps and yellow and green.

Then, in the dawn, when the cock sings,
a gathering of ghosts falls from the attic.
Across the fields these ghosts are lost
in red and yellow and green.