Horses, horses – you are a fairy tale and a song.
I can’t explain my love to you.
As if in some kind of alien childhood
I see you in the meadow at night.
I remember as a sheared foal
Touched trust to the hand
And since then, now quietly, now loudly
Everything calls and calls in the distance.
And wherever the dream takes us,
Flying to new planets
We will measure by your strength
The irrepressible power of rockets.
But with what force do we measure
The warmth that you give birth to?
That striving to believe beautiful
In the quiet noise of oak forests and grass?
That fusion with wonderful nature,
What’s left in the meadow at night?
Horses, horses – you are a fairy tale and a song!
I can’t explain my love to you …