Some Faraway Sonata

Vous stehe vue starr
N'est vie mon air pane lavina
Ja le Stein n'est al fine
woos schnarr' righe wahr
N'est non vie air J'ai Wust nie will
You herrlich Sinn vue free with your hair*

Lying open open ocean
Vomited onto the shore

On this day I can say some faraway sonata resting here
Let the words melt in my ear

*Reason does not stir
The air is not enough to sustain me, nor's an avalanche of daily bread
The stone has not finished rolling
and rattling staves of lore
There's no space lifeless by my will always free
As your marvelous consciousness, design, and hair

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