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Слушать(AI)Ein Fichtenbaum
A single fir-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
Who, far in eastern lands,
Weeps, all alone and silent,
Among the burning sands.
Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine (13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856) was a German poet, writer and literary critic. He is best known outside Germany for his ear
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Ich Hatte Einst
I had a lovely homeland long ago The oak trees seemed So tall there, and the violets blew so sweet It was a dream It kissed me in German, spoke in German(You’d scarce
The Lore-Lei
I know not whence it rises, This thought so full of woe ; But a tale of times departed Haunts me, and will not go The air is cool, and it darkens,
From To Seraphime
Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Through the wood when I am In the dusky eventide, Goes a dainty form in
Ich Weiss Nicht Was Soll Es Bedeuten
I don’t know what it could mean, Or why I’m so sad: I find, A fairy-tale, from times unseen,
