Translation:I Listen to the Songs

I listen to the songs of ancient cadences, that the children sing when they play in unison, and they pour out in unison, as flow the waters from the springs of stone: with the monotonies of eternal laughter that isn’t cheerful, with ancient tears, that have no bitterness and which speak of sadness, the sadness of love in ancient legends. On the children’s lips, the songs bring the hazily the story and clearly the woe; as clear as the water brings its old wives’ tale of ancient loves never to be told. Playing, in the shade of an old square, the children were singing... The spring of stone pours its eternal crystal of legend. The children were singing innocent songs, of something that passes and never arrives: the hazy story and the clear woe. The serene spring was following its song; the story erased, recounting its woe.