by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Translation by (Johann) Philipp Kaufmann (1802 - 1846)

The Winter it is past
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
Our translations:  CHI
The Winter it is past, 
and the summer comes at last,
And the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree;
Now ev'ry thing is glad,
while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.

The rose upon the brier,
by the waters running clear,
May have charms for the linnet or the bee;
Their little loves are blest,
and their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.

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Language: German (Deutsch)  after the Scottish (Scots) 
Der Winterwind entflieht
Und die Sommersonne glüht,
Und die Vöglein singen gar lieblich und süß.
Alles jauchzt in Freud,
Ich trage mein Leid,
Seit mein Lieb mir so fern, mein süß Lieb mich verließ.

Die Rosen blühn im Tal
Dort am grünen Wasserfall,
Und die Bienlein summen auf duftiger Wies.
Und die Schwalbe traut
Dort an ihrem Nestchen baut.
Doch mein Lieb ist mir so fern, mein süß Lieb mich verließ.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-05-19
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