One summer morning ,waking up ,
happy wandering bird
in the land of the ancestors .
The corn was already high
and the fertile fields resounded
with a vibrant calm musicality .
This dawning day,belonging to me .
The river rolled its gold beneath my feet,
life burning my body with such a vibrant
sensuality ...
Gods,welcoming me in their garden of delights.
How wonderful it was to be a child in those days !
Confident,I gazed into the distance
of the enemy\'s border ...
It was attractive flesh ,like a girl offering herself
to barbaric weddings .
Warriors raising cups of blood !
But suddenly, why this wave of fear in my heart ?
Some dawns are so quiet that they inspired dread .
Beautiful earth of philosophers and thinkers ,
today you belong to me !
But who will steal me away tomorrow ?
What are those dark clouds ,
threatening in the west ?
Placing a mourning veil on the virgin ?
Where are you men of bronze
of the days gone by ?
Enveloped in the soft embrace
of silk and cotton ...
Without any more triumphant will,
subjected to the trumpeting
of the old and dement elephant !
One summer morning ,
I awoke to find the ennemy
smiling at the foot of my bed,
telling me with a kindly voice :
\'\' Tomorrow will sing !
Just give me your soul
and I will take it to the kingdom of dead trees ! \'\'
I am watching you, dolls and puppets
walking happily to the stake ...
Here come twilight already .
Goethe and schiller ,I would like
to confide my torment ...
But can you still hear me ?
and you sublime Ludwig Van
who smashes an apocalyptic synthesizer !
Deaf-mute ,blind and insane .
My inner ocean is a drunken chaos
in search of reason ...
One summer morning ,
choosing to fall asleep forever
in the forest where trees are still alive...
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Ä Summersmorge wo mi ufwacht
fröhlichi Vogel im Land vo de alte
Dä hütigi ganz elei min Sach...