Lyrics of Im ersten aller Spiele - Dornenreich

Im ersten aller Spiele (original)

Das Kind ist seine Schritte
ES lacht, es träumt sehr viel
Weiß nicht und lebt so Mitte
Es fühlt allein das Spiel
In Form und Farbe, Licht und Regung
Es mag sein und liebt Bewegung
Fühlt das Kind
In Form und Farbe, Licht und Handlung
Es mag sein und liebt Verwandlung
Fühlt das Kind
Den blauen Vogel lichtgefiedert
Fühlt das Kind und zeigt gen Himmel
Es mag sein
Kristall’ne Kugel rollt und funkelt
Farbentanz mit Lichterfreunden
Fühlt das Kind
Von Kind zu Allbegeisterung feine Saiten sind gespannt
Mit Tau und Tränen reich besetzt
Sie klingen klar in strahlend'
Jetzt
The child is its steps
It laughs, it dreams so much
It doesn’t know and lives the cente
Feeling nothing but the game alone
In form and colour, light and emotion
It likes to be, and it loves movement
The child feels
In form and colour, light and deed
It likes to be, and it loves transformation
The child feels
The blue bird, feathered with light
Is felt by the child, pointing to the sky
It likes to be
Crystal ball that rolls and shines
Dance of colours and of lights
The child feels
Fine threads are woven from child to cosmic rapture
Richly bejewelled with dew and tears
Sounding clear in the radiant
Now

(translation)

The child is his steps
It laughs, it dreams a lot
Don't know and lives in the middle
It alone feels the game
In shape and colour, light and movement
It may be and loves movement
Feel the child
In form and colour, light and action
It may be and loves transformation
Feel the child
Light-feathered the blue bird
Feel the child and point to the sky
It could be
Crystal ball rolls and sparkles
Color dance with light friends
Feel the child
From child to universal enthusiasm fine strings are stretched
Richly occupied with dew and tears
You sound clear in 'radiant'
now
The child is its steps
It laughs, it dreams so much
It doesn't know and lives the cente
Feeling nothing but the game alone
In shape and colour, light and emotion
It likes to be, and it loves movement
The child feels
In shape and colour, light and deed
It likes to be, and it loves transformation
The child feels
The blue bird, feathered with light
Is felt by the child, pointing to the sky
It likes to be
Crystal ball that rolls and shines
Dance of colors and of lights
The child feels
Fine threads are woven from child to cosmic rapture
Richly bejeweled with dew and tears
Sounding clear in the radiant
Now