Swallow's Song
A distant village
It shows itself in my dream, grey and alone
In that time, gibōshi and unkind flowers was flowers
Goats sang, from day to day he passed
There are beacoups of tender mornings…
Listen in the mountain of the spring sky
Clouds that you don’t know shine, illuminated, fading away
A distant village
I expect all the time
In that time, today, beyond
I think people are waiting like me
Then one summer day you’ll come back again
I’ll come to you, to your dream, to my home
We looked at the deserted sea and the dream was blue and endless
Slowly as if reciting
Sunny place, as always, silent shadows
A meticulous pattern, fable, but clear
Petals, branches, peaks… and all
All things, thus, were sad, and drowsy
I would wait with ardour
I looked out over the mountains
The bright blue filled a sky beyond the mountains
Floating clouds were flowing, and smoke
An old stream sang again, and fledglings too
They sang happily, and no one would listen
The wines whispered, weak words
Oh, the mysterious April ! I’d wait as my heart is broken
The woman can make my days loving
I would watch… the winds, and the shadows
"For Girls Like Thistle"
I. Calmeness : For Girls Like Thistle
The wind, once flowed
Like a painting, in the pale green
A single word by a man
Which he carried, and all the people received
Smiling like, say thank you.
Between flowers began to bloom
The blue sky would never change this coulour
The song of a bell filled, the wind was clear
A shame of solicitude,
Place, by its light wings
Would fly, scenting…
There is no sin, all
All the world, there is no hunter or thief
This is the world of all creation, in the vast wind and light
II. Rainbow Ring
Warm odour scented, from the sky
The angelic hand of a girl scattered
You could look, she’s soft as a cloud
You leaned against me and she looked ecstatic.
When a night came, birds would sing, when a morning came,
I watched as dewdrops brightened in a grass… From a pearl
The grass smoothed like a chime and a sword’s edge, Both
Gave their arms like gentle trees, Trembled
The wind blew and passed, Its smile, Its touch
The damp breeze in the morning …… Again
One day rose, and fell
Your eyes reflected my eyes, in there
A thick sky far away and bright stars you can see in the day
Sympathetic, they repeated to play subtle passages
III. Delight Under a Window
Last night, the night fell
I was walking through the city
A window was closed
That light was far away for me
No! The light was next to me
A window was closed
Someone was breathing peacefully
Far away, like a tender song!
I was imitating to sing this song in secret
It was very clumsy
Old, like a broken flute
I ran away with all my legs
It was certainly very clumsy
The light was heard, Where did it go?
IV. In a Morning Twilight
I can listen to music well
But no one listens to
A little fugue, Between flowers
Between leaves of grass, Flow and colour
You open the window, And you better lean on it
There is a shadow on the earth, You’d better look at it
Ah, all things are beautiful! Besides my body
That surrounds me and embraces me warmly
I whisper, To you once more
… The transience, Ah, reach with this moment
Things change, Annihilated with beauty!
In music without stop
Fledglings and fruits lie down in the high sky
Shadows are long, They will disappear… And, They will separate
IV. Early morning
I can listen to music
But no one listens
A little fugue, Between flowers
Between leaves of grass, Flow and colour
You open the window, And you better lean on it
There is a shadow on the earth, You’d better look at it
Ah, all things are beautiful! Besides my body
That surrounds me and embraces me warmly
I whisper, To you once more
… The transience, Ah, reach with this moment
Things change, Annihilated with beauty!
In music without stop
Fledglings and fruits lie down in the high sky
Shadows are long, They will disappear… And, They will separate
V. Folk song
A cord was stretched, Already
Somebody don’t take melody
Touch it, Sadness old
Would come back silently… A little container of song
One day, the memory that a sweet song live on it
Sometimes people wear this
A bow invited light tones… He played
(Ah, the time flows long and far.)
…… Long ago rose hips played
Pigeons have sung…… That time there……
So this song has rested in people’s hearts
Time passed, Tender melodies woke up
Fingers joined, In old song
….. A mill, a stream, You were beautiful
When I was listening to a bird sing
One day, I was listening to a birdie
My heart, Was throbbing
My ears were dipped in the silence
What a sweet laugh!
Even smells, Colours of the flowers
Falling clouds, A way to sink
Climbing with the finger, Looking… Heartless
Between grasses, He rested
Without hesitation to rave, Insects
I listen to its rumblings, Drawing a little curve
Also this song would come to disappear just like
Disappear, Clouds, Disappear, Fear
The door of youth opened, Blue and blue
Colour of the sky, It was sparkled by the sun!
A song too sweet and sentimental
One day, It’s joyful wild flowers
The Pincushion, the Paulownia and the Gibōshi, all flowers
We picked them calling names
To our great circles of arms.
Another day of flowers that we don’t know its names
I was making a bouquet for you
As a sign
You carried in your chest
Those days are gone, This way is that way
This way is that way, Which tells me, Already
You were not her!
Like my sad, a tuft of grass
A grass that has not bloomed a single
Lonely, Tarnished, Shivering
Alone in the must
I. Alone in the woods
Nevertheless, Look
Fade away, Flowers and blossoms
Nevertheless, Listen
Singing, Birds and birds
Clouds remain, On the treetops
High in the sky, Are lifted
Where is blue and blue, A wind
Blurred and blurred, Will pass
On leaves of the grasses, Shadows of the grasses
It does not move from them, In the depth
A ladybird, Sleeps
Silence as someone sings, Soaks
In my heart, There is an overflowing fountain! Hard
The sound pulses, That advances time
II. To a winter memory: Heinrich Vogeler gewidmet
He neither pursues, nor is pursued, At a shadow of a dead tree
He rises, and looks, At the white snows
On the surface, Is sunk, My shadow…
(Sadly, this blue form, Has appeared)
I am listening, Yes, I am sure
I am listening, This shadow, Is singing…
Of the nasal voice has tears in its eyes, It does not resound
Passages of summer flowers that have passed in the past, Sings
“It’s bunting, It’s fledgling, It’s, Tree of the fir, It’s set
I’m a… I am a bird, I am a tree…” No answer
Me and my shadow, They look at each other, Other times it was like that
My shadow, listen, In my heart, It sings
A passage, Like a whisper of an old stream
Tears are falling, singing… On the surface of the white snows
For the light spring
Now, February, It is only
Around, I can hear the spring already
However, it is only
Very old, A promise no longer remains
Now, February, It is once alone
In dreams, Which cherish, Do not stay
However, It is once alone
The girl, For me, Smiles
Yes, Flowers, Would bloom again
So birds, Would sing that would not change
People will smile at her in the spring
Now, February, Hear on the surface of the cloud
My, disturbed footprints… It’s only
It’s only safe – To me…
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