| 1) Thuringia, lovely land, where my eradle was,
spring is everywhere, joy and pleasure.
Pour out happily, songs, flutter from house to
house, search for a place of rest in every breast, search for a place
of rest in every breast.
2) Oh, the fresh green of the forest and rosy cheeks
blossom, a greeting waves smiling out of every window.
Little spring, how you pour so brightly, little
brook, do not murmur so quickly, so that rose and kiss do not wilt too
early, so that rose and kiss do not wilt too early.
3) Thuringia, lovely land,where my eradle was, when
1 die, take me gently into your bosom
Winds, waft around the grave, fir trees,rustle down
coolly, then roes lap around the hill and the moss, then roes lap
around the hill and the moss. |
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