We have left you behind,

Lake, tranquil without a ripple

Sheltered by wooded mountains

From wind and hurricane.

For once we are awakened

From a pleasant dream:...

From that time on our souls are restless

Once they have striven they can no longer rest

The former tranquility palls

The sheltering mountain appears now as an obstacle

The heart revolts and wants to be free

Attacking everything that bars the way.

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