mersiowsky - 3-5-2014 at 03:16 PM
(From Lord von Aehrenfeld)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
I am sad unto death,
But can not confide in anyone.
Sad, I lay me down,
Sad, I get up again.
Far away from me is my loved one,
In a foreign place, in the war.
If he would know what I am suffering,
He would come and comfort me.
Still, he might possibly say:
Be quiet, girl, don’t cry.
I am for you, and for your
Sweet beauty so very sorry.
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