Loibere risen von den boimen
Hin zu tal, des stan blot ir este.
Blomen sich wissen daz se sint
Vurtorben al, schoene was ir
Gleste. Sus twinget de rife
Maniger hande wurzel sal,
Des bin ich gar sere betrьbet.
Nu ich zu grife: sint der
Winder ist so kal, des wirt
Nuwe vroide geьbet.
Helfet mir schallen hundert tusent
Vroiden mer, wen des meien
Blьte kann bringen.
Rosen de vallen an minr vrowen
Roter ler. Da von wil ich singen.
Twingt mich de kulde, al ir libe
Gestrцwet. Wurbe ich ir hulde,
Son bedrocht ich vroiden mer.
Sus de minningliche mich vrцwet.
[English ver.]
Leaves Blow
The leaves blow from the trees deep in the valley
Barren are the branches
Flowers die away, all the wreathes that decorated
the circle dance are withered
It stares at the tree roots
with an icy frost:
Solemnly, I will grieve, with this in mind
Come, lovely dreams, bring winter warm comfort
New joy will come
Let us welcome a thousand joys this hour
More than May can bring
Roses sprout on the red lips of women
Let us sing
But winter's rage
is upon their faces
Every sense sprinkled in fragrance
They have arisen, I do not know of a greater joy
Than when I rejoice in love
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/loibere-risen-leaves-blow.html
- 专辑:Renaissance
- 歌手:Faun
- 歌曲:Loibere Risen