Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach read more
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
The eyes of spring, so azure,
Are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets,
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The eyes of spring, so azure,
Are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets,
That I in nosegays bound.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
With comfort are downward gazing.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
With comfort are downward gazing.
