AGAIN AT HOME

When my eyes saw you for the first time,

I knew that, it was not the first time,

And I felt at home, like a son who,

Returning from a long war, back home,

And rejoice in the smell of the beloved land ...

When I was still a child,

I felt a melancholy longing for you,

I could not understand why,

But I saw with the eyes of the soul,

Yesterday of my life ...

But it had exhausted beloved earth,

I'm back, to the green fields,

And the warm forests that always,

Always, it was my true home,

The abode of my heart, soul and love ...

Our thousand-year-old castles of a thousand ghosts,

Our shadowy forests, full of magical beings,

Our fields at the edge of the white cliff,

Beaten, by the frigid north wind,

Where we rode our white and black unicorns ...

I finally came back ...

My real home ...

To my true world ...

The origin of you, Ingelore ...

My love of my death, of my eternal life ...