From "The Songs of August"
I'm going through happy, happy days,
I'm being drunk, but anyways,
I suddenly *descried your face,
Your friendly face,
Must something in our life not cause disgrace...
Water stops blood in a crowded ocean,
Air brings love and wind floats trash away,
A lawn in a park, a pond and a duck,
Running on water.
I’m going through happy, happy days,
Here, in the attic-room, covered by clouds,
I have got a candle and I’m going to light it,
Should I happen to stay in the dark.
Water stops blood in a crowded ocean,
Air brings truth and wind blows lies away,
A hill in a park, a pond and a duck,
Running on water.
I imagined death, how it takes us
To a land of non-living something.
Give me a candle, I’m going to hold it,
Should I have to stay in the dark.
Water stops blood in a crowded ocean,
Air brings fun and wind takes blues away,
A green in a park, a pond with a duck,
Running on water.
*descried - не опечатка, descry - увидеть, разглядеть