... It is outside and it rains and winds. So now even a poem:
longing for the springOh, how it got coldAnd so sad, desolate and empty! Raue winds waft from the north And the sun no longer shines. 'd head for the mountains I fly wishes to behold a green valley, wants to 'lie in the grass and flowers And rejoice in the sunshine, listening Wants the shawm And the flocks bells, Would be happy outdoors sweet at the birds song. Beautiful spring, come back, Dear Spring, come but soon, Bring us flowers, leaves and songs, decorations back fields and woods! Yes, you have remained loyal to us, coming soon now in pomp and splendor, will soon bring all your loved ones song and joy, play and dance. August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben |
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