May Banners Lyrics

In the bright branches of the lindens
dies a sickly hunting call, but lively songs

fly about in the currant bushes
so that our blood will laugh in our veins
Here are the vines all entangled
The sky is pretty as an angel
The azure and the wave commune
I go out, if a ray of light wounds me
I will expire on the moss

To be patient and to be bored are too simple
Fie my cares, I want dramatic summer

To bind me to each chariot of fortune
Let me o nature, mostly through you