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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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Mein Tag War Heiter
My day was happy, fortunate my night My People loved me when I struck the Of Poetry Passion was my song, and fire:
Zueignung
Mir träumte einst von wildem Minneglüh'n, Von hübschen Locken, Myrten und Resede, Von süßen Lippen und von bittrer Rede,
From The Window
Well, this is awful weather; Storming with rain and snow I sit at the window, Into the darkness below
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
