mersiowsky - 8-9-2015 at 09:10 PM
(From: Naundorf)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
I am not worried about anything
Except the inn at night.
Except the inn at night.
‘On the grass in front of the town
I lie down with a stone under my head.
I lie down with a stone under my head.’
Why am I lying on the grass,
I have a fine sweetheart in the courtyard
In the new bedroom.
In the new bedroom,
In the clean bed,
That is where I want to go to sleep.
No known music.