Oprettet af JohnBKK d. 08/01-2017 19:07
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I come down from the mountains,
The valley dims, the sea roars.
I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy,
And my sighs always ask "Where?"
The sun seems so cold to me here,
The flowers faded, the life old,
And what they say has an empty sound;
I am a stranger everywhere.
Where are you, my dear land?
Sought and brought to mind, yet never known,
That land, so hopefully green,
That land, where my roses bloom,
Where my friends wander
Where my dead ones rise from the dead,
That land where they speak my language,
Oh land, where are you?
I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy,
And my sighs always ask "Where?"
In a ghostly breath it calls back to me,
"There, where you are not, there is your happiness."
Weltschmerz... Alte Seele war hier zu lange Zeit...
Redigeret af JohnBKK d. 08/01-2017 19:13
