I
The song of Nature
And People's song -
That's all I can say for them:
There is a moment of joy, always celebrating,
There is a moment that compares to heaven, to day,
And sometimes, oh, sometimes, sad, sadness!
II
I am singing this bird
The hills are:
When he was passing through the woods and the fields
Peacefully bathed in dusk,
Comfort of the vines, Comfort of the leaves
Singing a song that wipes me out weekly ...
III
The crackle and the tick
Of leaves and shrubs,
When the birds are in a daze and the vines fall asleep
If the moon is brilliant and the night is cold -
That's my song too ... in the dream!
IV
I play with children
In hindsight, it was empty.
As they play happily and happily,
There is a temptation that has no sense, no sense.
Their upbeat and upbeat tone
Rumors of my song are a treasure of this land.
V
I'm "Ay!" of the maiden
In love orphaned.
The throbbing of his breast nest of suffering,
His heart was poisoned with hope,
And his piping in the middle of solitude,
Those are the tangy bits of my lyre ...
VI
I'm a beggar of poverty
Destined by destiny.
Their history is in tears,
Their fortune-telling,
And the cries of their hearts are crying
The noises of my weakened voice!
VII
I prayed all night
Of the unfortunate prisoner.
Inside the prison of the light,
I am the loneliness of death every hour…
If in his heart is the hope of escape,
I was the one who whispered: "Wait and there is OPEN!"
VIII
The song of Nature
And People's song -
That's all I can say for them:
There is a moment of joy, always celebrating,
There is a moment that compares, is sad, is dark,
And sometimes, oh, sometimes, sad, sadness!