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Слушать(AI)On A Journey
Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
Don't be downcast, the time will soon
When we can have rest.
Our small crosses will
On the bright edge of the road together,
And rain fall, and snow fall,
And the winds come and go.
Translated by James Wright
Hermann Hesse
Ге́рман Ге́ссе (нем. Hermann Hesse; 2 июля 1877, Кальв, Германская империя — 9 августа 1962, Монтаньола, Швейцария) — немецкий писатель и художн
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