Die Weide Und Der Fluß - Equilibrium

Grün und still so lag die Heide,

Uferböschung, alte Weide.

Bog sich tief nun Jahr um Jahr,

Zu stillen Wassern, kalt und klar.

Wo da tief in Grundes Dunkel,

Großer Augen Wehmuts Funkeln.

Schimmert hoch nun Jahr um Jahr,

Auf graues, langes Weidenhaar.

Weide, alte Weide!

Herbst zog ein in grüne Heiden.

Klamm die Böhe, Blättertreiben.

Kurz ward bald das Licht der Tage,

'Zählt bis heut der Weide Sage.

Unbeirrt doch waren beide,

Stumm die Blicke, Trauerweide.

Nie zu fassen ihre Bürde,

Nie zu brechen einer Würde.

Weide, Trauerweide!

Hörst du das Lärmen in den Tiefen der Heide?

Das Brechen, das Reißen, Verbrennen der Zweige.

Die Äxte, sie hacken, das Holz es zersplittert.

Die Donner, sie grollen ihr tiefstes Gewitter!

Das Wasser, es schäumet, gepeitscht sind die Wogen,

Hilflos, so starrt sie und sieht auf das Morden.

Geschlagen von Trauer das Funkeln erkaltet,

Getragen von Wagen die Weide entgleitet…

Winter wars, nach vielen Jahren,

Kam ein Boot herangefahren.

Friedlich zog der hölzern Kahn,

Am Ufer seine Bahn.

Dunkel schoss aus tiefen Ranken,

Eingedenkt der grauen Planken,

Brach sie Kiel, es sank der Bug,

Das Wasser hart ans Schilfrohr schlug.

Und so schlang sie und so zwang sie und so zog sie sie herab.

Und so schlang sie und so zwang sie alle in ihr kaltes Grab.

Green and silent lays the moorland

Bank slope, old willow

Bowing down now year by year

To silent waters, cold an clear

Where deep in the ground

The sparkling melancholy of great eyes

Stares up year by year

Onto long, grey willo-whair

Willow, old willow!

Autumn falls onto green moorland

Clammy gusts, leaves dance

The light of the days has become short

Tells till today the tale of the willow

But both were determined

Silent views, willow of sorrow

Unbearable burden

No one’d dear to break

Willow, sorrow-willow!

Can you hear the noise from the moreland?

The breaking, the tearing, the burning of branches

The axes hack, wood crashes

Thunders growl their deepest growl!

The water seethes, punished waves,

Helpless she stares, sees up to the murder

Beaten by sorrow the sparkles fade

Carried by wagons the willow fades

It was winter after many years

A boat came on the water

Peaceful drove the wooden boat

On the bank slope

Darkness rised from the ground

Keeping in mind the grey wood

She broke the keel, the bow sank

The water shaked the reed

And so she gorged and so she forced and so she pulled them down

And so she gorged and so she forced all into their cold graves

The heath lay green and still,

Embankment, old pasture.

Bowed deep now year after year,

To still waters, cold and clear.

Where deep in the dark,

Big eyes of melancholy sparkle.

Shines high now year after year,

On gray, long willow hair.

Willow, old willow!

Autumn moved into green heaths.

Damn the gusts, drifting leaves.

The light of day soon became short,

'To this day counts the willow legend.

Undeterred both were

Mute the looks, weeping willow.

her burden never to be grasped,

Never to break a dignity.

willow, weeping willow!

Do you hear the noise in the depths of the heath?

The breaking, the tearing, the burning of the branches.

The axes, they chop, the wood it splits.

The thunders, they rumble their deepest thunderstorm!

The water foams, the waves are lashed,

Helpless, she stares and looks at the killing.

Beaten by sadness the sparkle grows cold,

Carried by wagons the willow slips away...

It was winter, after many years,

A boat came pulling up.

The wooden boat drew peacefully,

His course on the shore.

Dark shot from deep tendrils,

Mindful of the gray planks,

Broke her keel, the bow sank,

The water hit the reeds hard.

And so she snagged and so she constrained and so she pulled them down.

And so she devoured and so forced them all into her cold grave.

Green and silent lays the moorland

Bank slope, old willow

Bowing down now year by year

To silent waters, cold to clear

Where deep in the ground

The sparkling melancholy of great eyes

Stares up year by year

Onto long, gray willo-whair

Willow, old Willow!

Autumn falls onto green moorland

Clammy gusts, leaves dance

The light of the days has become short

Tells till today the tale of the willow

But both were determined

Silent views, willow of sorrow

Unbearable burden

No one'd dear to break

Willow, sorrow willow!

Can ye hear the noise from the moreland?

The breaking, the tearing, the burning of branches

The axes hack, wood crashes

Thunders growl their deepest growl!

The water seethes, punished waves,

Helpless she stares, sees up to the murder

Beaten by sorrow the sparkles fade

Carried by wagons the willow fades

It was winter after many years

A boat came on the water

Peaceful drove the wooden boat

On the bank slope

Darkness risen from the ground

Keeping in mind the gray wood

She broke the keel, the bow sank

The water shook the reed

And so she gorged and so she forced and so she pulled them down

And so she gorged and so she forced all into their cold graves