Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Trees were There and Still lyrics

The trees were there and still. The air was gray The hills that had no will Lay a strange way. Men toiled on the earth as ever Out here and there As if digging for treasure But calm without care. Things were likely the same In every other earthly spot: The world and the human grain Alive as not. I walked to see it through, Content and in dread. My feet were good workers too Walking under my head.