Through shallow rain the hand reaches out and grasps the faithful oak staff. Casts shadows into a strange land that only a dream can know. Tangled paths surrounded by thorns figures sprung from feverish images
In the intoxication of the senses - ghostly alluring
deserted streets, engulfed by fog
Humility leads me through rigid ravines
on confused, damp old paths
The blossoming life of the cold gave way to the bitter mountains' dark blessings. The longing for home and human warmth drove me further into the darkness of the distance. The lights shone Shining of consolation
the signs of hope in the shine of the stars
The day is dawning, so close to the gate
the forest is calling 'Saxonia'
The distance is so proud, very strange
in the dying light...
Zisleithania
Viribus Unitis!
Greetings in a thousand ways
and then I dream of the future nsten splendor
Maybe someday... in a foreign homeland
And with a shudder I feel life
and then a part sinks into the grace of the deepest night
Here somewhere... in an old homeland
/>Memory be my strength
my limbs steeled by the darkness
solitude, in the light of the moon,
chosen as a friend
Zisleithania...
A country is silent, the night so clear
from Tyrol to Bukovina
illuminated in a dream, even unthinkable
in the waking light...
Zisleithania
It flames Sunn, so close to the goal
The wind whispers 'yes you are there'
The landscape is so beautiful, absolutely wonderful
in the golden light...
Zisleithania
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