Marco ist siebzehn und sitzt im Vollmond am Bach, ein Umschlag in der Tasche, seine Hunde liegen still neben ihm. Im Mond winkt ihm die kleine Ellen.
Der Song zum Ende des Romans, „Der Umschlag“: ein Versprechen, das bleibt.
aus dem Roman „Der Waisenjunge“
It rains. His clothes grow wet.
The little river murmurs softly.
The full moon shines bright,
an envelope in his pocket, unread.
Forever and ever, you are my man.
Forever and ever, I’m waiting for you.
His shepherd dogs lie still beside him.
The stone is wet and cold.
The moon grows brighter than the sun.
His girl waves to him.
Forever and ever, you are my man.
Forever and ever, I’m waiting for you.
They found beside him
a letter in a child’s handwriting.
You are my man.
Forever and ever.