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.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
