In the corner of the pepper tree

Feelings swirl free
In the corner of the pepper tree

Above, in the incommensurable blue
The pale round moon darkens the stars
Peregrine woos lovers; and glows in their light
Turn the dark fields into daylight

Beneath the yellow shadow
Wine takes over my will

My life is a bottomless pit
On the rim of this pit, the wine
Extends a hand to a ghost
The shadow of a woman

Feelings swirl free
In the corner of the pepper tree
In a branch high
Feelings cry and sigh

In the shining greenery, The wind weaves its steps
The shadows that warm me

Suspended over the tree-top above in the intense blue
Lovers of shades and stone
O, they are the moon’s pale promises of love

Beneath the amber shadow
The wine takes over my will

Sheltered in my inner feelings, a she-love comes back
She wants to take my life
Alas! and how the wine helps me
To bring the tree and I, together
In wholeness, I will be the tree’s adopted fruit

Beneath the yellow shadow
A parade of memories takes place
In the corner of the pepper tree
The wine helps me to confess

It comes from me, all, from within
This feeling, this purest feeling
It strikes my bones, chastises my eyes, harms my blood

Nobody can stop it
Who can stop it?
Nothing can stop it.

Aye, aye, aye! When the day breaks
The wine will rest from its journey through my blood

When the day breaks
I want to be firm with the strength wine provides
I have to be strong when the day breaks
When the day breaks, sorrows will come in droves

When the day breaks with death, I have a date
Once the wine is gone, I should go, says my fate

In the corner of the pepper tree
The moon is a witness no more.

It’s dark now; the wind dumps shadows in the fields
The night hides the village

Stealthy shadows surround
My shadow; no sound
Comes from the night around

From the pepper tree’s top, life gazes me
Alert, impatient, and excited, my life wants
To tear itself apart from my body

This is what my life does: death…
Death casts a yardstick
Death measures my life

In the corner of the pepper tree
Hanging from a branch, a nest, the eggs are hatching
Chirps to a full moon; delusions that groan

Hanging from a branch of pale and yellow
Pale and yellow, the moon
Pale and yellow, the wind, the rope swings

And in the corner of the pepper tree
In the center of this nest
This feeling, this crazy unborn
This feeling will sleep the night, a long night

Alas! There is a heaven within
The wind carries voices. It sings
With voices that come from within

If you want an ardent love
It’s okay to fear fire

Don't fear love
Dare to be ablaze

Will the stone cry my name?
Will the wind tell my story?
Those from the village, when they find me
Will they pity my memory?

Or they will cry: coward!
No love was involved here. Without risking it all
Love is nothing but thought and fear

And already in my grave, as a perpetual
Punishment, from the headstone
These words will fall in an avalanche
Will wake me up from my sleep, eternal

“In the corner of the pepper tree
Lies what it could have been

…

Weary of so much suffering
In solitude, he sought solace
In delirium, he found peace.”

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