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Ein melancholischer Text von dem britischen Poeten A.S.J. Tessimond aus den 1940er Jahren. Er sinniert hier über alles, was er so im Leben verpasst haben könnte.
Ein bisschen Regensound, akk. Gitarre und Stimme.
Ein bisschen Regensound, akk. Gitarre und Stimme.
"Why are you sighing?".
"For all the voyages I did not make
Because the ship was small, might leak, might take
The wrong course, or the compass might be broken,
And I might have awoken
In some strange sea, and heard
Strange birds crying".
"Why are you weeping?"
"For all the unknown friends or lovers passed
Because I watched the ground, or walked too fast,
Or turned aside for tea
Or simply did not see
For fear an old wound stirred
From it`s sleeping".
"For all the voyages I did not make
Because the ship was small, might leak, might take
The wrong course, or the compass might be broken,
And I might have awoken
In some strange sea, and heard
Strange birds crying".
"Why are you weeping?"
"For all the unknown friends or lovers passed
Because I watched the ground, or walked too fast,
Or turned aside for tea
Or simply did not see
For fear an old wound stirred
From it`s sleeping".
