Enya- The memory of the trees

A dry elm

An old elm, split by lightning
and rotted their half,
from the rain in April and the sun in May
some green leaves have sprung.

Centenarians elm on the hill
the leaking of the Duero! A yellowish moss
stained the white bark
the corroded and dusty trunk .

He will not, like the singing poplars
guarding the road and the shore,
inhabited by brown nightingales.

Ant armies in a row
climbing on him and in his intestines
threading her gray weaving spiders.

Before he tears off you, Science des Duero
the woodcutter with his ax, and the carpenter
Leave a mane of bell,
Lance of the car or yoke of the cart;
before you red in the fireplace,tomorrow
burn in a hovel,
at the edge of a road;
bevor Dich ein Wirbelwind entwurzelt
und das Blasen der weißen Berge Dich abreisst ;
bevor der Fluss Dich zum Meer treibt
durch Täler und Schluchten,
Ulme, möchte ich in meiner Brieftasche aufzeichnen
die Anmut deines grünenden Zweiges.
Mein Herz wartet