Euterpe
You Goddess, of the singing Muses is the First.
You are from your sisters the one who most blessed this bard
So you are Prime. But it is easy to prove straight away
Before a word says it sounds
You are the One who rules over the syllables
That inside the words and the phrases
Dance under the meter of your flute
And thus your song is sacred
For it combines the syllables in new words
That reveal to the listener
What the speaker tries to hide
Without you any stupid leader
Would just make fools of us all
Your dialect is the most understood in all languages
As the sailors in the harbor, after long days on the ship,
Go to the tavern to meet stranger people
And by the sound of Music sing, dance and dine
With foreigners like old friends or kin
So universal is your art, uniting all nations, all colors and all faiths
Sing to us, Muse, your 9th Symphony.
Show all your skills in polyphonic counterpoint
And call your Sisters to compose this choir
So that we hear again the voices of freedom that surpass
The control of the companies,
The control of the states,
The control of the military
The control of the web
The control of the rich
Remember us the language of the Gods
That through the 9 Muses speak to all senses
Through the leaf that falls,
Through the bird that flies,
Through the voice that sounds,
Through the color that shines
Through the touch that feels
Through the smell that calls
Through the taste that reminds
Through the word that returns
Through the flower we know
And by all these signs observing
For they always repeat in Doublets and Trines
Know what is going on in One´s life,
In the life of the World and the life of the Universe.
Sing to all people your eternal masterpieces,
Teaching us the canon, the sonata, the fantasy
And the form that one needs to know best
The Fuge!