In Winter (In the year 1914)
White snow fell on hard ice
Very softly the silvery well murmurs
The naked boughs wage war with the cold
A swarm of winged birds flies off
And
only the storm moans and roars
It
brings complaints and melancholic sorrow
That
moan, that struggle, becomes muffled
It
turns from the world, it flies into the distance
Not long ago there was still a sun in
the sky
It cast clear radiant heat
Not long ago, winter, from you
The powerful [wind] blew out life’s
charm
And
today the tiny sun, pale and hazy
Rolls
its idle course through the grain fields.
Green
meadows and clean fields
The
thick fluffy snow covers
In the midst of a severe winter, in a
shadowy room
The bread ran out, the wood ran out
And the soft crying becomes silent in
the poor hut
O mother, call out your song of sorrow
Oh my gosh so sad. During war time.
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