An old voice leads me
through the alleys into the city
as a creature unknown
has captivated everyone's gaze...
All will turns the body,
Who leads himself all alone,
back into the unknown,
where fear touches the flock,
the group of birds that has gathered together
scaresed up into the air,
flies backwards through the streets
without any noise.
Out of the mist rises unnoticed
a thin body with a gentle step,
the lyre in his hand ,
He plays it and hums along with it.
He plays the strings so beautifully
as he strokes the bow.
I long for the arms of Orpheus ,
who offers me his hands.
Shortly before the song fades away,
the lyre man holds the note,
carefully raises his voice,
gets off his throne of the dead.
Don't you recognize me?
Why are you retreating?
We danced together
Many a confusing piece.
Through the ages,
the shaking of the world,
you have placed me at man's side
.
We wait for the morning hour,
whether man wants to see you.
Whether his path and want to heal and heal your wounds.
Just look at the lyre man,
how he can writhe.
Just woven into the picture,
suddenly he was away.
Just look at the lyre man,
the snakes crawled ahead of him.
When my eyelids lifted,
there was an empty place

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