Wenn die Morgensonn - Waldgeflüster

Blutrote Himmel erwachen über einer toten Welt

Ihr Schein taucht die Wälder in Leben — Scheinleben

Der Glanz des Taus spiegelt das Morgengraun

Und Nebelschwaden zerfetzen das Land

Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt,

Wenn das Land im blutgen Schein versinkt

Wenn der Nebel ihre Strahlen verklärt

Wenn sie am Morgengraun zerbricht

Wenn ihr Licht nur noch Verzweiflung bringt

Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt

Ich starb bevor ich wirklich zu Leben erwacht

Das Ende ergriff meine Seele im Morgengraun

Zarte Sprossen von der Zeit zertrampelt

Warum ward ich niemals jung?

Grau in Grau, alles ist grau

Kein Licht vermag mehr zu wärmen

Eine kalte, tote Morgensonne

Klammert sich mit eisig Strahlen an das Leben

Wo früher in jedem Blatt das Leben schrie

Wo Gewässer noch in Hoffnung funkelte

Scheint jetzt alles nur noch tot und leer

Und Nacht fällt bevor der neue Tag beginnt

Ich wünschte ich könnte teilhaben an dem was ihr Leben nennt,

einmal nicht nur funktionieren

Wo sind sie denn, eure ewigen Momente, eure großen Gefühle?

Einmal nur aus tiefster Seele, voll Inbrunst lachen,

oder zumindest weinen auf dass das Herz zerbricht

Was wenn nur noch Verzweiflung und Gleichgültigkeit das Innerste erfüllen

Was wenn ich an der Gewissheit zu leben zerbreche, am Leben erkranke

Ich betrat schon alt die Welt, starb schon vor meiner Zeit

Bin nur eine seelenlose Totgeburt

'Grått på grått, alt re grått Intet lys, kan varme meg En kald og død,

morgensol Griper om seg med frosne stråler'

Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt,

Wenn das Land im blutgen Schein versinkt

Wenn der Nebel ihre Strahlen verklärt

Wenn sie am Morgengraun zerbricht

Wenn ihr Licht nur noch Verzweiflung bringt

Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt

English translation by Chaedrist:

Sanguine skies awake above a dead world.

Their gleam suffuses the woods with life — feigned life.

The sheen of dew reflects the dawn

and wafts of mist cleave the countryside.

When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,

when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,

when the mist hazes its rays,

when it bursts from dawn,

when its light only brings despair,

when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.

I died before I truly awakened to life.

The end grasped my soul at dawn,

tenuous sprouts trampled by time.

Why was I never young?

Gray in gray, everything is gray.

No light is able to warm anymore.

A cold dead morning sun

clings to life with gelid rays.

As life once screamed in every leaf,

as waters glistened yet full of hope

now everything merely appears to be dead and empty

and night falls before a new day begins.

When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,

when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,

when the mist hazes its rays,

when it bursts from dawn,

when its light only brings despair,

when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.

I wish I could participate in that what you call life.

For once not only functioning

Where are they then, your everlasting moments, your grand emotions?

Only laughing once from the depths of the soul, full of fervency,

or at least crying so that the heart breaks!

What if the innermost is only drenched with despair and indifference,

what if I founder on the certainty of living, fall sick with life?

I came into the world when I was old already, died before my time,

am only a soulless stillborn one.

Grått på grått, alt re grått Intet lys, kan varme meg En kald og død, morgensol

Griper om seg med frosne stråler

When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,

when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,

when the mist hazes its rays,

when it bursts from dawn,

when its light only brings despair,

when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.

Crimson skies awaken over a dead world

Their appearance immerses the forests in life — apparent life

The shine of the dew reflects the dawn

And wafts of mist shred the land

When the morning sun drowns in the sunset,

When the country sinks into bloody glow

When the fog transfigures their rays

When it breaks at dawn

When her light brings only despair

When the morning sun drowns in the sunset

I died before I really came to life

The end gripped my soul at dawn

Tender sprouts trampled by time

Why was I never young?

Gray in grey, everything is grey

No light can warm anymore

A cold, dead morning sun

Clings to life with icy radiance

Where life used to scream in every leaf

Where waters still sparkled in hope

Everything just seems dead and empty now

And night falls before the new day begins

I wish I could be a part of what you call life

once not only work

Where are they then, your eternal moments, your great feelings?

Just once from the bottom of my heart, laugh fervently,

Or at least cry until your heart breaks

What if only desperation and indifference fill the innermost

What if I shatter the certainty of living, become ill while living

I entered the world at an old age, died before my time

I'm just a soulless stillborn

'Grått på grått, altre grått Intet lys, kan varme meg Enkald og død,

Morgensol Griper om seg med frosne stråler'

When the morning sun drowns in the sunset,

When the country sinks into bloody glow

When the fog transfigures their rays

When it breaks at dawn

When her light brings only despair

When the morning sun drowns in the sunset

German translation by Chaedrist:

Sanguine skies awake above a dead world.

Their gleam suffuses the woods with life — feigned life.

The sheen of dew reflects the dawn

and wafts of mist cleave the countryside.

When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,

when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,

when the mist hazes its rays,

when it bursts from dawn,

when its light only brings despair,

when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.

I died before I truly awakened to life.

The end grasped my soul at dawn,

tenuous sprouts trampled by time.

Why was I never young?

Gray in gray, everything is gray.

No light is able to warm anymore.

A cold dead morning sun

clings to life with gelid rays.

As life once screamed in every leaf,

as waters glistened yet full of hope

now everything merely appears to be dead and empty

and night falls before a new day begins.

When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,

when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,

when the mist hazes its rays,

when it bursts from dawn,

when its light only brings despair,

when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.

I wish I could participate in that what you call life.

For once not only functioning

Where are they then, your everlasting moments, your grand emotions?

Only laughing once from the depths of the soul, full of fervency,

or at least crying so that the heart breaks!

What if the innermost is only drenched with despair and indifference,

what if I founder on the certainty of living, fall sick with life?

I came into the world when I was old already, died before my time,

am only a soulless stillborn one.

Grått på grått, alt regrått Intet lys, kan varme meg Enkald og død, morgensol

Griper om se med frosne stråler

When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,

when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,

when the mist hazes its rays,

when it bursts from dawn,

when its light only brings despair,

when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.