Ode on Dawn - Tusmørke

Elle est retrouvé

Quoi?

C’est la Mer allée

Avec le soleil

I sing my praise to the morning wind

Its soft cares unties my soul

So gently talking with image words

Whispering my fortune in other worlds

Delicately moving me to a moment of soothing coolness

The tongue of the sky

Travel with joy on this golden breeze

And hunt with him the shade of night

The golden gong clamors with molten Flame

Dispersing all shades to whence they came

Morrow day mourner

Stands in his tower

Greeting the ploughman

Radiant sower

Being a chaser

I chase the morning

Morningstar gazer

Chase on till dawn

The breath of the sun

Welcome you are

Glorious star

The battle is won

The day has begun