Ä Summersmorge

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...