|
The Teardrop Fall |
|
In the forest |
|
Where the green and sinister luxuriance |
|
Engulfs the rays of light |
|
And climbing plant scale the walls of fortresses |
|
Raced by the pass of centuries |
|
The old trunks emain, inmutable |
|
Since the vassals rendered homage to their lords |
|
During that misterious hour |
|
Where the frontiers between night and day hides |
|
I found a neat and luminous presence |
|
Of sad feminine beauty |
|
Postrated on a huge stone |
|
Near a lake of eternal waters |
|
Where the souls sail and sink |
|
A cold and petreous tear |
|
Stands within slime |
|
And the rain's ashes |
|
A maiden cries |
|
And there's no solace |
|
For such a deep sorrow |
|
She mourns the death of mankind |
|
She weeps for the lovelorn |
|
She weeps for the drowned men |
|
Drowned in the depths of this lake |
|
With no destiny |
|
Never to emerge |
|
An angel cries |
|
And there's no solace |
|
For such a deep sorrow |
|
Her tear falls |
|
And reflects over the waters |
|
Before crowning the lake |
|
With a diadem of shy waves |
|
A tear falls from my maiden |
|
Fallen tear from my angel |