If we tell, gently, gently
All that we shall one day have to tell,
Who then will hear our voices without laughter,
Sad complaining voices of beggars
Who indedd will heat them without laughter?
If we cry roughly of our torments
Ever increasing from the start of things,
What eyes will watch our large mouths
Shaped by the laughter of big children
What eyes will watch our large mouths?
What heart will listen to our clamoring ?
What ear to our pitful anger
Which grows in us like a tumour
In the black depth of our plaintive throats?
When our Dead come with their Dead
When they have spoken to us with their clumsy voices;
Just as our ears were deaf
To their cries, to their wild appeals
Just as our ears were deaf
They have left on the earth their cries,
In the air,on the water, where they have traced their signs
For us, blind deaf and unworthy Sons
Who she nothing of what they have made
In the air,on the water, where they have traced their signs ..
And since we did not understand our dead
Since we have never listened to their cries
If we weep, gently, gently
If we cry roughly of our torments
What heart will listen to our clamoring,
What ear to our sobbing hearts?
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