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The Sun Is Bleeding
The sun is bleeding and the heaven is sobbing
While my blood is burning.
My loneliness is the Apple Tree in the Eden.
The serpent dances to a harp’s melodious tune.
When I met you there came to me a joy of sudden.
Ah I remember it was in a merciful June.
I shall never forget the eyes of yours,
Smiling, sparkling, and speaking!
O how time flies since your departure,
I see you no more in near future.
I’m not in tears but drip-drops from the time flow
Always dampen my eyelashes.
Who could tell me why the time goes fro
Is in no means smooth, but always splashes?
Poets cast their tears on the thin petals of wild flowers;
I shed my tears into the drowning flow of hours.
The sun is bleeding and the heaven is sobbing
While my blood is cooling.
Umbrellas in every color march on like moving mushrooms,
On every dark pavement leisurely leading to dooms.
The Sun Is Bleeding
The sun is bleeding and the heaven is sobbing
While my blood is burning.
My loneliness is the Apple Tree in the Eden.
The serpent dances to a harp’s melodious tune.
When I met you there came to me a joy of sudden.
Ah I remember it was in a merciful June.
I shall never forget the eyes of yours,
Smiling, sparkling, and speaking!
O how time flies since your departure,
I see you no more in near future.
I’m not in tears but drip-drops from the time flow
Always dampen my eyelashes.
Who could tell me why the time goes fro
Is in no means smooth, but always splashes?
Poets cast their tears on the thin petals of wild flowers;
I shed my tears into the drowning flow of hours.
The sun is bleeding and the heaven is sobbing
While my blood is cooling.
Umbrellas in every color march on like moving mushrooms,
On every dark pavement leisurely leading to dooms.
