Lyrics

“An August Afternoon”
An August afternoon. Even here is
heard
the rush of the glittering Raba.
We look at the mountains,
my mother and I. How clear the air is:
every dark spruce on Mount Lubon
is seen distinctly as if it grew in our
garden.
An astonishing phenomenon—it
astonishes my mother
and me. I am four and do not know
what it means to be four. I am
happy: I do not know what to be
means
or happiness. I know my mother
sees and feels what I do. And I know
that as always in the evening
we will take a walk
far, up to the woods, already before
long.