If in bad weather
If in bad weather the siren sings well,
I must sing, for grief torments me
to such an extent, that my soul is content
to die; everything else frightens it.
And, if you want me to die next to you,
under your blanket, my suffering will be ended:
I shall be the bird which in its fragrant bed
dies, happy that its life has been so full.
I must sing, for grief torments me
to such an extent, that my soul is content
to die; everything else frightens it.
And, if you want me to die next to you,
under your blanket, my suffering will be ended:
I shall be the bird which in its fragrant bed
dies, happy that its life has been so full.
(1973)
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Translated: Angela Buxton
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