Endless deserts with refreshing oases.
Rest areas as confused with campsites.
The door is closed to the bird's cage
while it sings wistfully:
"Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn..."
It is only sung because of the sad mood,
and the tent poles are deep-rooted.
While these mournful words are sung
becomes training ships rigged for sailings,
and soon will the fresh breezes from
lifes melodies bring the ships out
on the eternal ocean, where mermaids
play with
the dolphins.
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