The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן
On the downy snow-bed / nights lie and serenely sleep, / in stalls, cows doze …
Just as musical chords can lie hidden / for someone to strum the silent strings, / I hold love in my heart and bide, / though no one has yet come by.
I’m not envious of anyone, / save the song of the scythe / eventide in the countryside…