Life

The glass of hemlock

The cuckoo sings diligently in the garden,
and its heart is full of springtime.
Then why are our hands, our eyes
so cold,
and so unsympathetic?

The cuckoo sings diligently in the garden,
and its heart does not fear death.
I don’t know what to say to take you
to the life giving spring,
it seems love is a mute swan.

The cuckoo sings diligently in the garden,
and there is so much light in our hearts,
that we can set the whole universe on fire.
You keep me away from you – I have no other way
of winning you, except to drink in your place

the glass of hemlock from the table.

Romanian version

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