THE MISTY TREE

At the feet of the tree, the summer tree, I played

I played when I was a little girl, with other little girls,

Our laughter reached the sky, it was so loud

Our white dresses flied, shinning

Around the summer tree

We took each others hands over the green grass

And around the tree we were a ring, a white ring, in perpetuous movement

Around the summer tree

At the feet of the tree, the night tree, I thought I was an adult

And in the night we met, my friends and me

And at the feet of the tree we talked, and talked, and talked until the sunrise

In our trousers, smoking cigarettes of adults

And knowing line by line every line in our lives

Which we alredy knew

Around the night tree

At the feet of the tree, the sundown tree, I met you

And you were not in any of the lines of my life

Which I so well knew

And it is you I met, at the feet of the sundown tree

And my heart exploded, and my heart was flying

And my heart did not have space in my chest, and went away

Flying with his fire wings, at the feet of the sundown tree

And I caught it and in golden cage I kept it

And to you I gave it, for you to mind it

My heart, that had flied

At the feet of sundown

At the feet of the tree, the twiglight tree, I recognised you

And I saw your glance, looking throught me

And I discovered that I had found myself, finding you

And I thought that nothing knew the poets about love

Because they didn't know mine to you

And at the feet of the twilight tree I gave you all my being

Because it was alredy yours, mine not

At the feet of the twilight tree

At the feet of the tree, the midday tree, I waited for you

I waited while you fed my heart,in its golden cage

I waited for you while you took care of it and made it bloom with roses with your love

And I waited for you and you arrived at last, and I felt my heart bloom, and I felt its fast beating

From strengh

From the strengh of your love

At the feet of the midday tree

At the feet of the tree, the misty tree, you arrived 

And you brought me my cage, with my heart

You were bored of minding it, my heart

You no longer fed it, it did not bloom, it was half alive

My heart

And there you left it

At the feet of the misty tree

At the feet of the tree, the autumn tree, time went by

And I stared, stared the at the path that  brought you to me

But there was just mist

And time went by

And my heart fell to ground, half alive

And time went by

And for an instant, a brief instant, I quit staring the path

And I found a rosebed, in the place where my heart had fell

And it was already not half alive

And roses were more red than colour red

And their fragance was sweeter than the sweetest sweet

And it entered my body

At the feet of the spring tree