The flowing river and its banks

The flowing river rubs and caresses

The stiff neck of the banks...

While I heard them, I saw them

They spoke my language

As they sat there by their wares

Which were not for sale.

On the grasses which they laid

On the wheels on the pavement where they sat

Beckoning for mercy

When all the sky watched the blowing air

As they passed them by

The flowing river still rubs and caresses

The stiff neck of the banks

The railing waves make untiring visits to the shore

And on the meadow the naked earth was dressed

And shielded in green against the stormy weather

But for men

All the sky watched the blowing air

As they passed them by.

16.05.2013