I wander through the Lake District. It's a crisp morning. The air is crystal clear. Birds are chirping. Streams are babbling. On the banks, daffodils, lesser celandine, violets. The earth is soft, the sky vast. I walk in the footsteps of all those who came before me, are now, and will come after me. I am filled with nature. My heart almost bursts. I throw my hat high in the air. The world is far away. Dark. Gloomy. I turn away from the actions of people. I become one with nature. I yearn for peace. My heart should find rest. Humanity must pause, understand itself as whole, as part of nature. Chorus: You good powers and spirits. I call upon you. Be with me, protect me. The year ends. The year comes. I am part of the whole. Lady of the Lake. Show me your wisdom!
Kittens of the willow, as if of gray silk, as of gray velvet! O you silver pussy willows, tell me, darlings, tell me, where you come from. We sprouted from the willow tree; slept in it all winter, dear one, in deep, deep dreams. In the withered tree, in deep, deep dreams, did you sleep? In the wood, the hard wood, was, you soft, delicate ones, your night's lodging? What dreamed there within, we were not yet, as we now bloom in our garments of velvet and silk, bright in the sunlight. O we silver kittens oft he willow, Soon, you will know, my dear, where we come from! O we silver kittens oft he willow, Soon, you will know, my dear, where we come from! Kittens of the willow, as if of gray silk, as of gray velvet! O you silver pussy willows, tell me, my darlings, tell me, how you got there! Only as thoughts, we lay in the slender, gray branches of the tree; invisible spirits, whom the world's architects lets linger there! Mögen alle guten Geister mit uns sein! Mögen alle guten Geister mit uns sein! Mögen alle guten Geister mit uns sein!
The winter was dark. Threatened by disease. But that's over now. It will never come again. What if I could fly, could fly with the bumblebees? Or even better: be a bee with bumblegolden wings. Light and weightless from one blossom to the next. My legs yellow with pollen. My shell warmed by the sun. My fur moistened with sweet nectar. Fly, fly, high up into the clear, blue sky. So vanish from my bones, vanish from my skin, vanish from my blood, you demon of disease. I don't even want a memory of you. Just let me free! All you good powers, you purified ancestors, let me walk across crystal bridges, float over lush meadows, moistened by the rain. Everything grows, everything sprouts, wants to bud without limits. All you good powers, you purified ancestors, let me walk across crystal bridges, float over lush meadows, moistened by the rain. Everything grows, everything sprouts, wants to bud without limits. A light rain falls on my face. I taste it with my tongue. My head hums. No room for gloomy thoughts. My mind opens. I merge into the vast spring landscape. Grow, become one. I shall be healthy. I will live. I will fly with the bees. I will bathe in the first dew of the morning. I will drink sweet pollen. And when I am tired from flying, I will snuggle into a protective bud. Sleepy fall asleep, to awaken refreshed. hum, hum, hum, shimmer, hum, hum, shimmer, go out my heart and fly. Hum, hum, hum, shimmer, hum, hum, shimmer, go out my heart and fly! hum, hum, hum, shimmer, hum, hum, shimmer, go out my heart and fly! I dream for you all. I pray for health, peace, and a fulfilling life. I beg you, good powers, grant us this. We go toward the light. I dream for you all. I pray for health, peace, and a fulfilling life. I beg you, good powers, grant us this. We go toward the light. The winter was dark. Threatened by disease. But that's over now. It will never come again.
Do you remember, my dear friend, when we were young badgers, with our big noses, our fur so glossy. Willful, swift. We were so beautiful, we were daring. We dug our way all the way to Australia. Now we are old, would you like another cup of tea, my friend? Perhaps we can ask that young fox to make us a cup of tea. Twice a day. On Sundays with scones, cream, and strawberry jam. Look how the clotted mingles with the sweet fruit. Look how life reveals itself in all its beauty. What did that German poet write again? The only paradise from which we cannot be expelled. Oh no… I forgot! So think of the chestnut tree, my friend, under which we dreamed, think of the hundreds of acorns we kicked. The best idea was probably moving in together. So we wouldn't be alone in the evenings. The best idea was probably moving in together. So we wouldn't be alone in the evenings. Hearing each other's snoring through the open door. Seeing the lantern flicker before it slowly goes out at eleven. And before they can put us in the Dementia Hotel, we push our beds together, read our favorite passage from The Wind in the Willows. One more time. Then we drink our last tea together. That is to say: The last one in this world! So let's romp through the meadows one more time, where buttercups tickled our bellies. We´ll do it in our thoughts; we are not just of this world. And let's tell that young fox. So much for scones and marigold tea.