Chapter 10 sad and wandering

Tell me, Agathe, your heart sometimes soars, Far from the dark seas of this filthy city, Fly to another place full of radiance, blue, bright, The deep, unblemished sea? Tell me, Agathe, does your heart sometimes fly? The sea, the wide sea, bring us solace! Accompanied by a gigantic organ, rumbling hurricanes, What is the magic of the muffled singing sea Give you a lullaby of the sublime? The sea, the wide sea, bring us solace! Take me, carriage!Take me, speedboat! keep away!keep away!The mud here makes us weep! ——Is this the truth?agathe sad heart has Says it this way: "Stay away from remorse, pain, and sin,"

Take me, carriage!Take me, speedboat! Fragrant Paradise, you are too far from us, Love and revelry are everywhere under your blue sky, Everything that people love is worth loving, The souls of men sink to pure pleasure! Fragrant Paradise, you are too far away from us! But green paradise full of childish love, The running, singing, kissing, bouquet, Violin strings trembling behind hills, Claret jug in the evening grove, — But, a green paradise full of childish love. A paradise of innocence, full of secret joys? Is it far ahead of India and China? Can it be recalled with a cry of mourning,

Can it be revived by the sound of silver bells, A paradise of innocence, full of secret joys?