Golden Age

Golden Age

One
of the voices

Always angelic –

It is about me, –

Sharply expresses itself :

Those thousand questions

Spreading their roots Bring in the end,

Only drunkenness and madness ;

Understand this trick

So gay, so easy :

It is only wave, only flower,

And that is your family !

Then it sings.

O So gay, so easy,

And visible to the naked eye… –

I sing with it, –

Understand this trick

So gay, so easy :

It is only wave, only flower,

And that is your family !… etc…

And then a voice –

How angelic it is ! – It is about me,

Sharply expresses itself :

And sings at this moment

Like a sister to breath :

With a German tone,

But ardent and full :

The world is vicious ;

If that surprises you !

Live and leave to the fire

Dark misfortune.

O ! pretty castle !

How bright your life is !

What age do you belong to,

Princely nature Of our elder brother ! etc…

I also sing : Many sisters ! voices

Not at all public ! Surround me

With chaste glory… etc…

June
1872.

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