Lyrics of Die Weide Und Der Fluß - Equilibrium

Die Weide Und Der Fluß (original)

Grün und still so lag die Heide,
Uferböschung, alte Weide.
Bog sich tief nun Jahr um Jahr,
Zu stillen Wassern, kalt und klar.
Wo da tief in Grundes Dunkel,
Großer Augen Wehmuts Funkeln.
Schimmert hoch nun Jahr um Jahr,
Auf graues, langes Weidenhaar.
Weide, alte Weide!
Herbst zog ein in grüne Heiden.
Klamm die Böhe, Blättertreiben.
Kurz ward bald das Licht der Tage,
'Zählt bis heut der Weide Sage.
Unbeirrt doch waren beide,
Stumm die Blicke, Trauerweide.
Nie zu fassen ihre Bürde,
Nie zu brechen einer Würde.
Weide, Trauerweide!
Hörst du das Lärmen in den Tiefen der Heide?
Das Brechen, das Reißen, Verbrennen der Zweige.
Die Äxte, sie hacken, das Holz es zersplittert.
Die Donner, sie grollen ihr tiefstes Gewitter!
Das Wasser, es schäumet, gepeitscht sind die Wogen,
Hilflos, so starrt sie und sieht auf das Morden.
Geschlagen von Trauer das Funkeln erkaltet,
Getragen von Wagen die Weide entgleitet…
Winter wars, nach vielen Jahren,
Kam ein Boot herangefahren.
Friedlich zog der hölzern Kahn,
Am Ufer seine Bahn.
Dunkel schoss aus tiefen Ranken,
Eingedenkt der grauen Planken,
Brach sie Kiel, es sank der Bug,
Das Wasser hart ans Schilfrohr schlug.
Und so schlang sie und so zwang sie und so zog sie sie herab.
Und so schlang sie und so zwang sie alle in ihr kaltes Grab.
Green and silent lays the moorland
Bank slope, old willow
Bowing down now year by year
To silent waters, cold an clear
Where deep in the ground
The sparkling melancholy of great eyes
Stares up year by year
Onto long, grey willo-whair
Willow, old willow!
Autumn falls onto green moorland
Clammy gusts, leaves dance
The light of the days has become short
Tells till today the tale of the willow
But both were determined
Silent views, willow of sorrow
Unbearable burden
No one’d dear to break
Willow, sorrow-willow!
Can you hear the noise from the moreland?
The breaking, the tearing, the burning of branches
The axes hack, wood crashes
Thunders growl their deepest growl!
The water seethes, punished waves,
Helpless she stares, sees up to the murder
Beaten by sorrow the sparkles fade
Carried by wagons the willow fades
It was winter after many years
A boat came on the water
Peaceful drove the wooden boat
On the bank slope
Darkness rised from the ground
Keeping in mind the grey wood
She broke the keel, the bow sank
The water shaked the reed
And so she gorged and so she forced and so she pulled them down
And so she gorged and so she forced all into their cold graves

(translation)

The heath lay green and still,
Embankment, old pasture.
Bowed deep now year after year,
To still waters, cold and clear.
Where deep in the dark,
Big eyes of melancholy sparkle.
Shines high now year after year,
On gray, long willow hair.
Willow, old willow!
Autumn moved into green heaths.
Damn the gusts, drifting leaves.
The light of day soon became short,
'To this day counts the willow legend.
Undeterred both were
Mute the looks, weeping willow.
her burden never to be grasped,
Never to break a dignity.
willow, weeping willow!
Do you hear the noise in the depths of the heath?
The breaking, the tearing, the burning of the branches.
The axes, they chop, the wood it splits.
The thunders, they rumble their deepest thunderstorm!
The water foams, the waves are lashed,
Helpless, she stares and looks at the killing.
Beaten by sadness the sparkle grows cold,
Carried by wagons the willow slips away...
It was winter, after many years,
A boat came pulling up.
The wooden boat drew peacefully,
His course on the shore.
Dark shot from deep tendrils,
Mindful of the gray planks,
Broke her keel, the bow sank,
The water hit the reeds hard.
And so she snagged and so she constrained and so she pulled them down.
And so she devoured and so forced them all into her cold grave.
Green and silent lays the moorland
Bank slope, old willow
Bowing down now year by year
To silent waters, cold to clear
Where deep in the ground
The sparkling melancholy of great eyes
Stares up year by year
Onto long, gray willo-whair
Willow, old Willow!
Autumn falls onto green moorland
Clammy gusts, leaves dance
The light of the days has become short
Tells till today the tale of the willow
But both were determined
Silent views, willow of sorrow
Unbearable burden
No one'd dear to break
Willow, sorrow willow!
Can ye hear the noise from the moreland?
The breaking, the tearing, the burning of branches
The axes hack, wood crashes
Thunders growl their deepest growl!
The water seethes, punished waves,
Helpless she stares, sees up to the murder
Beaten by sorrow the sparkles fade
Carried by wagons the willow fades
It was winter after many years
A boat came on the water
Peaceful drove the wooden boat
On the bank slope
Darkness risen from the ground
Keeping in mind the gray wood
She broke the keel, the bow sank
The water shook the reed
And so she gorged and so she forced and so she pulled them down
And so she gorged and so she forced all into their cold graves