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Unread 08-07-2019, 08:41 PM
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Death and Life

Death is the frigid night,
Life the stifling day.
It’s growing dark, I’m drowsy,
The day has left me spent.

Above my bed grows a tree
where the young nightingale sings;
she sings only of love,
I hear it even in dreams.

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Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht,
Das Leben ist der schwüle Tag.
Es dunkelt schon, mich schläfert,
Der Tag hat mich müd gemacht.

Über mein Bett erhebt sich ein Baum,
Drin singt die junge Nachtigall;
Sie singt von lauter Liebe,
Ich hör es sogar im Traum.

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Death is the cool night,
life is the sultry day.
It grows dark, I am sleepy,
day has made me tired.

Over my bed there grows a tree
in which the young nightingale sings;
it sings of nothing but love,
I hear it even in my dreams.
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