The clouds have no final doomsday, everything is freedom for them. Floating, they are reached by looseness and do not find their fixed point.
In heaven, they draw their message, which is faded by the rotation of
the earth.
Everything seems like a funny game.
The show of love has no words, whispers like the wind in the trees,
floats easily over flowering earth, plays in the summer greenery.
No one hears it more than we, you and I, side by side. For it is to us
that it sings its song over the earth far and wide.
As true as we have a country of birth, we all inherited it similarly,
with the same right and with the same bond for both the poor and the rich.
Therefore, we want to vote freely and live safely among shields, but not
weighed by merchants as gold on scales.
We struggled together for home and heart, when times of unrest lasted.
Not only pride boils down but also the servant of pride. It's a shame, it
stains Society's banner, that citizenship is called money.
It is a shame to sit as we have done, to throw stones at our own gate
and speak ill of ourselves.
We are tired of bleeding for our own misfortune, of separating heart
from head; we want to become a common people, as true as this is drawn.
When happiness met Love on a midsummer day, Love said to Happiness: My
sister, I know you are more beautiful and stronger than I am - so help our
little brother who is so gloomy. But Happiness just treasured and we were
amazed to see how little she understood of the longing and idea and everything
that goes alone and cries.
How to find happiness then? - I was sweating and tearing with this
simple question far more than anyone knows.
I stopped a friend, a worker and an official and a gentleman who looked
like a base for some sect.
I brought my question to everyone communities around… And everyone had a
hard time fixing anything.
I wondered: - In love? In honor? - Or gold? Until the intellectual said:
About walking without guilt.
- Is there anyone who has walked without guilt on our earth, then she
walked without socks and shoes.
And I answered - for the face greeted me and the snail that stuck her
foot?
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