Kalt und schneidend
Weht der Wind,
Und mein Herz ist bang und leidend
Deinetwegen, süßes Kind!
Deinetwegen,
Süße Macht,
Ist mein Tagwerk ohne Segen
Und ist schaflos meine Nacht.
Stürme tosen
Winterlich,
Aber blühten auch schon Rosen,
Was sind Rosen ohne dich?
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Cold and like a knife
The wind blows,
And my heart is anxious and suffering
Because of you, sweet child!
Because of you,
Sweet power,
My daily work is without blessing
And my night is sleepless.
Storms roar
In a wintry fashion,
But even if roses were already blooming,
What are roses without you?