When I was a child, I read about you from a book.
It was just a beautiful dream.
When I was young, I saw you on TV.
You are only a distant country.
Now, when I do come near you.
I didn't know
I was wrong
In front of my eyes
like
A kind old man who is full of vicissitudes.
The slow flowing water.
It seems to be telling
Stories that have happened on both sides.
Look closely, you look like one.
The gentle maiden of youth,
While combing the beautiful wavy hair.
He was running all the time.
To the lover far away.
The Rhine
You made my pen look so clumsy.
Oh, I'm drunk
It's like drinking too much
Wine in a foreign country...
