again I walk the forest road to Zuz...

again I walk the forest road to Zuzela
may everything be repeated like
the voice of the two-syllabled cuckoo
which are known here and nothing else by sound
they want to butt out my future time
and from the cuckoo offspring
push on the outside the egg of a horoscope
in order to hatch
my unfledg fate
my fear coils it a nest
I'm listening cuckoo I'm not listening
I'll pass your voice according to I haven't passed yet