Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all read more
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
When words leave off, music begins.
When words leave off, music begins.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
