Of trees and orchid

I dream of trees and orchids in scarlet spheres
I dream of seven moons shimmering above twilight chapels
I dream of hills overgrown with trembling juniper
I dream of silent colonnades leading through stony archways in infinite gardens
Acacia - woods hem in mossy busts covered with ivy
Endless paths run under the dark branches of elder firs
Mon cher ami de pierre
Est-ce que tu as jamais revé ?
Est-ce que tu dors sous les voix majestueuse des arbres gris ?
Mon cher ami de pierre
Parfois, j'écoute ta chanson triste.
I grope my anxious way through whispering beech - forests
And I discover myself sleeping in my close bed
Under an ancient column with weather - beaten inscriptions
You, kissing my white cheek and crying silver tears
Can´t you help me, beloved one?
Don´t wake me up, just wander with me in thy dream
Lie down close to me
And let me see
Your poetry
Mon cher ami de pierre
Est-ce tu as jamais pleuré ?
Pour le lierre tu chantes des serenades au soir
Viens, mon ami, danse avec moi sur les prés en été
Viens.
Of trees and orchids the wise man sings in minor
Ponds are reflecting the foliage´s play
The oleander is in bloom
And sylphs delight this fragile beauty
Oh, my trees, oh, my orchids, what a nocturnal romance
And don´t wake me up, just wander with me in thy dream
Lie down close to me
And let me see
Your poetry
What a nocturnal romance.