Of Trees And Orchid

I dream of trees and orchids in scarlet spheres ;

I dream of seven moons shimmering above twilight chapels ;

I dream of hills overgrown with trembling juniper ;

I dream of silent colonnades leading through stony archways in infinite gardens ;

Acacia - woods hem in mossy busts covered with ivy ;

Endless paths run under the dark branches of elder firs ;

Mon cher ami de pierre ;

Est-ce que tu as jamais revé ?

Est-ce que tu dors sous les voix majestueuse des arbres gris ?

Mon cher ami de pierre ;

Parfois, j'écoute ta chanson triste.

I grope my anxious way through whispering beech - forests ;

And I discover myself sleeping in my close bed ;

Under an ancient column with weather - beaten inscriptions ;

You, kissing my white cheek and crying silver tears ;

Can´t you help me, beloved one?

Don´t wake me up, just wander with me in thy dream ;

Lie down close to me ;

And let me see ;

Your poetry ;

Mon cher ami de pierre ;

Est-ce tu as jamais pleuré ?

Pour le lierre tu chantes des serenades au soir ;

Viens, mon ami, danse avec moi sur les prés en été ;

Viens.

Of trees and orchids the wise man sings in minor ;

Ponds are reflecting the foliage´s play ;

The oleander is in bloom ;

And sylphs delight this fragile beauty ;

Oh, my trees, oh, my orchids, what a nocturnal romance ;

And don´t wake me up, just wander with me in thy dream ;

Lie down close to me ;

And let me see ;

Your poetry ;

What a nocturnal romance.