In the Springtime I sit quietly on the hillside, The sky is so clear, A little breeze stirs in the green valley, Where, once by the first ray of spring, I was, alas, so happy. Where I walked at her side So intimate and so close, And deep in the dark rocky pool I saw the lovely sky so blue and bright And saw her in the sky. Look how the many-colored spring already Peeps out of every bud and blossom! Not every blossom is the same to me, I want to pick from the twig From which she picked! For everything is the way it was then, The flowers, the meadows; The sun doesn’t shine any less brightly, No less pleasantly swims in the pool The blue reflection of the sky. Only will and illusion shift, Desire and conflict change, The happiness of love goes away And only love remains, Love and, alas, the pain. Oh, if I were only a little bird There on the meadow slope, Then I’d stay here in the branches And sing a sweet song of her The whole summer long m.youtube/watch?v=jTREbVVBdOc
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 16:55:04 +0000
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