The Cataclysm and the Songs

Happy what remains of me, after me
If just one of the sung songs
Lives beyond the person who sings in me now.
Yet I would not save from the massacre [literally: hecatomb]
A single one of the songs I sang and sing.
From the entrails of oblivion
I would instead steal the laughter of children
and the age of the proverb.
And so I would offer intact   [Assim - also = Like this / in this way]
To those to come the enigma of light.   [posterity, future generations - os

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Keep it coming, this is good stuff.

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