Echo
(Translated from the German of Fritz Schnack by William Saphier)
Into the forest your voice flewClear and light as a bird from its nest.From your mouth the sound departedSwinging gaily into the black forest.It flewThrough dusky deep solitudeMysterious quiet, pale night,Gravely-bent tree tops, fairy-tale flowers.It danced pastQueer animals and strange things,It touched them with quick movesAnd they were frightened by the gay bird.Green looks stared through the nightAnd angry phosphor glints pierced the foliageWhere owls were moving their beaks deceitfully.Here your gay bird was frightenedAnd fearfully returnedBeaten by the envy of the black branches.Shuddering it fell into the blue dayTired, lame-winged, dead.
Into the forest your voice flewClear and light as a bird from its nest.From your mouth the sound departedSwinging gaily into the black forest.It flewThrough dusky deep solitudeMysterious quiet, pale night,Gravely-bent tree tops, fairy-tale flowers.It danced pastQueer animals and strange things,It touched them with quick movesAnd they were frightened by the gay bird.Green looks stared through the nightAnd angry phosphor glints pierced the foliageWhere owls were moving their beaks deceitfully.Here your gay bird was frightenedAnd fearfully returnedBeaten by the envy of the black branches.Shuddering it fell into the blue dayTired, lame-winged, dead.
Into the forest your voice flewClear and light as a bird from its nest.From your mouth the sound departedSwinging gaily into the black forest.
Into the forest your voice flew
Clear and light as a bird from its nest.
From your mouth the sound departed
Swinging gaily into the black forest.
It flewThrough dusky deep solitudeMysterious quiet, pale night,Gravely-bent tree tops, fairy-tale flowers.It danced pastQueer animals and strange things,It touched them with quick movesAnd they were frightened by the gay bird.
It flew
Through dusky deep solitude
Mysterious quiet, pale night,
Gravely-bent tree tops, fairy-tale flowers.
It danced past
Queer animals and strange things,
It touched them with quick moves
And they were frightened by the gay bird.
Green looks stared through the nightAnd angry phosphor glints pierced the foliageWhere owls were moving their beaks deceitfully.
Green looks stared through the night
And angry phosphor glints pierced the foliage
Where owls were moving their beaks deceitfully.
Here your gay bird was frightenedAnd fearfully returnedBeaten by the envy of the black branches.
Here your gay bird was frightened
And fearfully returned
Beaten by the envy of the black branches.
Shuddering it fell into the blue dayTired, lame-winged, dead.
Shuddering it fell into the blue day
Tired, lame-winged, dead.