By what should I nourish you, my soul?
Restlessly you rush for the rejoice one knows! I hear you’re singing on the on the high heaven
I see you’re dancing at the bottom of the sea
When you are being awakened again and again
O! My soul! Nothing can be a locking chain! I sometimes wonder where your happiness is from
Can’t you see shrinkage to apoptosis in the fall
Can’t you hear weeping for the water passing by
I didn’t do you much, and may I ask you why? No, no, don’t be surprised, my little girl
I am richly nourished for you set me free
Follow me in the air and catch the black cloak
Line it by green velvet and it will feel warm
Fasten the buttons, you will never be cold O! O! O! My soul!
You nourish me, you nourish me!
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