Forest Stream - The Beautiful Nature lyrics

Good morning... Just woke up Today is 20th of September I wash and dress and then... Good morning... Just woke up Today is 15th of November I wash and dress and go Good morning... Just woke up Today is 5th of May I wash and dress and then... And the ceiling's gone as heavy smoke Am off into the stream of Night... so fragile... To live another life of mine Either forgotten or unhappened... ...A boat is cutting dark-green waters I am watching it while dad is rowing I spot a thread of smoke at the bank A smell of food, somebody's waving us... We're home, both tired, wet but pleased: Today it was a perfect fishing My mom's surprised and happy, so am I She's smiling, praising me, her son Am running, my sister's joining me! It's swing time, who's the first? We're swinging so that apples fall And joy's filling the garden And then we're having evening meal outside, together Black-yellow tongues of fire are rushing up Into the velvet sky, so magically stellated All of a sudden, a spark, it hits my eye... Growing's the pain to blow up the world and k** me back Into the Day we all belong to... Morning... Just woke up... And so it goes, day after day. A pale-gray circle Of indifferent decay... I just don't know What still makes me wake up To find myself surrounded By the dead again... ...For buzz of bees and scent of pollen And can-docks over water's deep For silver threads of warm rains fallen For all it still dwells beneath the steep For shady glades and sunny wild heaths And golden meadows, where we've run For rapture of a careless child with The taste of pinesap on his tongue... For a night-bird's flight across the river Through the mournful toll of a lonely church For after-dawn dew droplets quiver And moths that dance in the light of a torch For those who choose the pain of living And bleeding wounds from that day forth For martyrs tortured, whose forgiving Still helps the Skies to bear this Earth... I take a deep breath as the vision's dying... Those never fail who never dare Be wept by none and cursed, we were just trying To dream of what you're not aware... Of floating mists embracing lovers And honey poured on just baked bread Of solid rocks and fragile flowers... Yet nothing matters to the dead...