Down There Lies the Town - Unten liegt die Stadt
Down there lies the town,
no need for you to return,
its corpse is with blossoms overlaid.
Morning says the river.
The mountains are still blurred,
yet the spring has come too late.
Down there lies the town.
The names you can't retain.
From the woods, black wine pours.
And the night grows quieter.
Since the sick birds came,
you enter only to mourn.
trns. by Peter Waugh
