Fields of Jena

Nocturnal Elegy

Fields of Jena


Sitting on the grave
Of the human grief
The restless spirit lies absorbed
In the volumptousness of death
He gazes the night
He takes pleasure in the sorrow
For any springing flower there's a dying day

"here on this grave
I stay forever
And i welcome the death
With a lying smile on my face"

Oh!…the ultimate sunbeam
Cuts purple clouds in this dull sky
Oh!…dear silence
Oh! …sweet nostalgia

Where life and death embrace / here is the place
No more lies for my eyes
No more happiness today
..please …take me away ..from this grey

There's maybe a new dawn?
There's maybe a pain end?
For any rising sun there's a dying man….