Komm, gib mir die Hand,
auf blühenden Wegen
gehn wir dem Glück entgegen,
wie Kinder im Märchenland.
Weiter, immer weiter . .
Bis über uns die Sterne stehn,
bis der Abendwind
uns eingeholt über die Heide
und Märchenschleier uns umwehn
von zarter dunkler Seide . . .
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Erkki Pullinen) , "Tule, anna kätesi", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2022-04-29
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Come, give me your hand,
upon blossoming pathways
we shall walk towards happiness,
like children in fairyland.
Farther, ever farther . .
Until the stars are standing over us,
until the evening wind
has caught us up upon the heath
and fairy-tale veils waft about us,
veils of delicate dark silk . . .