O youth!
Summer is gone; the season when we were all "bolder than the southern swains"
is gone.
Now Autumn is being taken over by Winter,
which will ruthlessly "freeze the beating heart".
Yet it seems to me that already most have given up Love,
replacing it with icy responses and fear,
fear to risk their pride for a moment of soft words.
And when I now attempt to break the frozen lake, just with a kind gesture,
ostracism and superior silence is my reward.
O youth!
Maybe I am truly born in the wrong century
whence everyone is always on-guard of their emotions,
emotions that are already as that cold as ice.
Summer is gone; the season when we were all "bolder than the southern swains"
is gone.
Now Autumn is being taken over by Winter,
which will ruthlessly "freeze the beating heart".
Yet it seems to me that already most have given up Love,
replacing it with icy responses and fear,
fear to risk their pride for a moment of soft words.
And when I now attempt to break the frozen lake, just with a kind gesture,
ostracism and superior silence is my reward.
O youth!
Maybe I am truly born in the wrong century
whence everyone is always on-guard of their emotions,
emotions that are already as that cold as ice.
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