Post by Bonobo on Oct 17, 2015 21:29:01 GMT 1
One of my fav, about autumn and passing time/life:
In yellow flames of leaves, from mid 1970s.
In the yellow flames of the leaves, the birch burns beautifully
December flies after December, January knocks on January
Great commotion among the birds, these fly away, these stay
In the meadow, they stand as on a stage, or will survive or survive
And I often said goodbye to whom, and I returned not so much
Though a silver ring shone fiercely on my hand, like a bird's
And I have often said goodbye to whom, behind a cloud, over a mountain, over a road
I have said goodbye to whom, and I have said goodbye more than once
The geese are all sentenced to death, and there will be no Christmas carols
A severed head with a tear in the eye will wither like flowers that have withered
Today the geese are still walking towards me in the last sleepy contredance
Like fat duchesses who proudly welcomed an upheaval when it became
Sometimes I greeted whom, even though their temples were burning with shame
And I entrusted God with what is still burning in my memory
And I have often greeted whom, behind a cloud, over a mountain, over a road
And I have greeted more than once whom I have greeted more than once
They burn a fire in a clearing, and there is a caterpillar in it by mistake
And with liszka, dear Lord, my poor, gravely ill heart
But do not be overwhelmed with my heart; what do I need flowers and oranges for?
I will get started in the spring, I will dance in the spring
And I often said goodbye to whom, and I returned not so much
Even though my hand shone fiercely on the ring the birds wear
And you have bid farewell more than once to whom, behind a cloud, over a mountain, over a road
And you have bid farewell to whom and you have bid farewell more than once
In yellow flames of leaves, from mid 1970s.
In the yellow flames of the leaves, the birch burns beautifully
December flies after December, January knocks on January
Great commotion among the birds, these fly away, these stay
In the meadow, they stand as on a stage, or will survive or survive
And I often said goodbye to whom, and I returned not so much
Though a silver ring shone fiercely on my hand, like a bird's
And I have often said goodbye to whom, behind a cloud, over a mountain, over a road
I have said goodbye to whom, and I have said goodbye more than once
The geese are all sentenced to death, and there will be no Christmas carols
A severed head with a tear in the eye will wither like flowers that have withered
Today the geese are still walking towards me in the last sleepy contredance
Like fat duchesses who proudly welcomed an upheaval when it became
Sometimes I greeted whom, even though their temples were burning with shame
And I entrusted God with what is still burning in my memory
And I have often greeted whom, behind a cloud, over a mountain, over a road
And I have greeted more than once whom I have greeted more than once
They burn a fire in a clearing, and there is a caterpillar in it by mistake
And with liszka, dear Lord, my poor, gravely ill heart
But do not be overwhelmed with my heart; what do I need flowers and oranges for?
I will get started in the spring, I will dance in the spring
And I often said goodbye to whom, and I returned not so much
Even though my hand shone fiercely on the ring the birds wear
And you have bid farewell more than once to whom, behind a cloud, over a mountain, over a road
And you have bid farewell to whom and you have bid farewell more than once