We say, now all is ready
And we turn our eyes sadly
Seeking for something that is not with us
Something we have not seen
And that has not been ours
But that is ours
Because it might—have been
We weep—already distant
With our eyes likes seas against the wind and sun
That struggle madly
They do not go
They do not go
They do not go
But cry as the birds are crying
Open the balcony window
The hour of illusion draws near
The afternoon has gone to sleep—and the bells dream
We say, now all is ready And we turn our eyes sadly Seeking for something that is not with us Something we have not seen And that has not been ours But that is ours Because it might—have been We weep—already distant With our eyes likes seas against the wind and sun That struggle madly
They do not go They do not go They do not go But cry as the birds are crying
Open the balcony window The hour of illusion draws near The afternoon has gone to sleep—and the bells dream
[paraphrased]