Ok, I'll try my very best .
Memory to Marie A.
Berthold Brecht
1. On that day in the blue moon of september
Quietly under a young plum tree
There i held it, the silent pale love
In my arm like a graceful dream
2. And above us in the beautiful summer heaven
Was a cloud, that i saw so long
It was so white and extremely high
And when I looked upon, it was no more there
3. Since that day many, many moons
Swum quietly away and passed
The plum trees seemed to have left
And you ask me, how it is with the love
4. So I tell you, I cannot remember
And yes, for sure, I know what you mean
But her face I don't remember
I only remember I kissed it that day
5. And even the kiss, I would have forgotten it lonk ago
If the cloud had not been there
This i still know and ever will
It was very white and came from above
6. Maybe the plum trees are still flowering
And the girl perhaps has her seventh child
But that cloud only blossomed for a minute
And when I looked up, it just disappeared in the wind
omg, I'm that glad I didn't end up as a poet, neither a german, nor an english :blackeye: I hope I helped you, though.