She loves the icy breeze on winter days
Crystal sparks in the glistening light
The broad, free land, shod in rime
The ice on puddles, when it breaks with a crackle.
She loves to walk mute in her thoughts
And silently I go beside her
And it crosses my mind when I cast a glance at her
I love her - more and more!
She loves the plain word, the free speech
She loves the truth, and she says it out loud
She contradicts and leads no feuds
When everybody looks to the ground embarrassed.
And she can comfort, make one brave
Where does she take all the wise words from
The old fighting spirit newly kindled!
I love her - more and more!
Cavalier of brave attacks
Fighter for the just cause
Follower to the scaffold
Maker of magic potions.
She loves the mists that drift in from the sea
Like veils that a warm glow permeates
She loves walking along the edge of the waves
Hand full of mussels that she brings home with her
And she writes postcards from afar
And magically brings smells, spirit and pictures here.
Who gets those, he is loved by life!
I love her - more and more!
Cavalier of brave attacks
Fighter for the just cause
Follower to the scaffold
Maker of magic potions.
I believe that I know and suspect some
Of what she wishes and feels and thinks.
I know someone who waves the white flag
In life for me before my window
And who tells me: I will stay by your side
Even when the wind rolls and the weather heavily
Drives your tiny boat out into the Arctic see.
I love her - more and more!
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