Silver of my Lord (BG)
I'm wounded by a light arrow,
They won't cure me.
I'm wounded in the heart –
What me to want else?
As if the night is gentle,
As if there is still a way,
Old straight way of our love;
And all the time we are silent,
All the time we consider, and we wait;
All the time we sing about ourselves,
About what us to sing else?
But as if something is not so,
As if, the colors are faded,
As if, to us not enough thee again,
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord,
Really I know the words to say about you?
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord –
Is higher of stars, higher of words, in level with our
yearning.
As a village blacksmith,
I'll go out before dark.
Thither, where I go,
Behind me will not go away no one.
And maybe I was blind,
And maybe it's not so,
But I know what awaits before the very end of the way;
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord,
Really I know the words to say about you?
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord –
Is higher of stars, higher
of words, in level with our yearning.
|
