I Lost Something In The Hills by Sibylle Baier

Every time I shed tears
In the last past years
When I pass through the hills
Oh, what images return
Oh I yearn
For the roots of the woods
That origin of all my strong and strange moods
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills

I grew up in declivities
Others grow up in cities
Where first love and soul takes rise
There were times in my life
When I felt mad and depraved
And only the slopes gave me hope
When I pass through the leg high grass I shall die
Under the jasmin I shall die
Under the elder tree
And need not try to prepare for a new coming day
Where is it that fills the deepness I feel
You will say I’m not Robin the Hood
But how could I hide from top to foot
That I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills

Now I lean on my window sill
And I cry, though it’s silly
And I’m dreaming of off and away
Oh I know further west these hills exist
Marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook
That leads me wherever I want it to
Well I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh, I lost something in the hills

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the tiny penumbra that forms on the dotted i
a wink, a sun, a pool, a ray of manta light

all these and more obscure the crescendo
when wind and bells peal through your heart

strips you of
emotion

well you have become a god now

a number embedded in the singular eye
a sink, a pun, a new way of taking flight

less the sum, the sun was warm, when still i
ran polluted through chasms to an open bay

well you have become a god now

in case of hope
panic