To Nightingale
Oh my little nightingale, sing no more, please!
Your song, sweet as it is, disturbs my peace.
You are no comforter in my sorrow,
With my eyes sunken and my cheeks hollow.
Sing, my dear nightingale, oh, sing again,
For I feel more lonely without your strain;
And still no peace of mind in night's quietude,
And no rest and sleep in single solitude.
Why I feel so chilly in summer's night?
There's no fire to warm my heart and no light.
Oh, garrulous warbler, can you tell me,
Where the darling flame of my heart to be?
Fly, oh, fly high and low, my songster dear!
Fly to seek for me my love far and near,
And bring me my sweet damsel of noble mind,
With strong love and firm character combined!
A Lovely Duckling
Duckling, oh, a lovely duckling,
Wears a velvet blouse of yellow;
Splashing in the muddy shallow,
Look, then, her new garment smearing.
On the sands she plays and wallows,
Tumbling gaily in the evening.
After hunting for worms and roes,
Sleeps then, her beak under her wing.
Soft and pleasant are her quacks low
That announce the coming of Spring.
Free and happy, oh you, duckling,
Are total stranger to sorrow.
My Love Is a Cruel Beauty
My love is a cruel beauty,
Never let me get close to her,
Because she knows so well
If I creep near enough to her
I will sure steal her heart.
My love is a cruel beauty,
Never accept a gift from me,
Because she knows so well
If she once takes a present
She can no longer guard her heart.
My love is a cruel beauty,
Never allow me to kiss her,
Because she knows so well
If once my lips touch hers
The electric shock will go into her heart. |
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