To je pravda, ale je to velmi srdečné a nutí vás přemýšlet

@@karlfuchs9327 Danke. Ich liebe solche Lieder.

@@karlfuchs9327 Ja, Sie haben Recht.

The old song tells a story when a boy found his mother death. the Translation is nearly, but it doesn't rhyme: 1. Dear mother are you tired, why you don't wake up. The sun is already going again, its day begins to run. [: Mother you are tired because you sleep so long, Know on your eyes because they are cloudy and sick.:] 2. Quiet, yes very quiet that I don't disturb you, Otherwise I am no longer her small, good Hans. [: And he crept quietly from the mother, In the rose garden, picked flowers there.:] 3. Pick most beautiful flowers, blue and dark green, he put the mother to her sleep. [: How will she be happy, the good mother mine, If you are awakening, the blossoms counts:] 4. Oh, you good young boy, do not run so much, Because your good mold mother is no longer alive. [: Rigid are their parts, their heart is broken now, Her good soul floats to heaven now.:]

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