Translation:I Go on Dreaming of Paths
I go on dreaming of paths
of the evening. Oh, the golden
hills, the green pines,
the dusty oak trees!...
Where will the path lead?
I go on singing, a passenger
along the trail...
- The falling evening is-.
“In its heart I had
a passion’s thorn;
I’ll tear it out one day:
I no longer feel my heart.”
And all the field remains
a moment mute and dark,
thinking. The wind sounds
through the river poplars.
The evening darkens more;
and the path winds
and weakly whitens,
becomes cloudy and disappears.
My song begins to wail:
“Sharp golden thorn,
who will feel you once again
in the heart hammered shut.”
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