Dance

the pain of feeling cut off from your heritage

Dance
in your white robes
and saffrom locks
oh come to mee,
because your blood runs
in my veins too

Back to nature in a circle
you dance, singing intoxicatedly
tan poc ar buile
reunite me
with your green misty fields.

Dance
with your red and white ribbons
arise, oh model life
apron me and tell me
gute gemacht

Take me to your chalet
i see the glint of brass
far in my crystal memory
I am so disconnected.

We walk the streets
paved with gold.

where was the mouth of that glinting river?