Where are you? Where are you? Drunkenly, my soul awakens
Walter Klopsch
Where are you? Where are you? Drunkenly, my soul awakens
from all your pleasures, I harken now,
to the golden sounds
as the enchanting sunbathed-boy
plays his evening-song on the heavenly lyre.
His song rings through the tinted hills and forests,
though he is far away from the good folk,
who still honor him in his absence.