VIII
Josef Štýbr translation
If that poor nightingale Lived always with her mate, Her love songs would not sound So sad and desolate. If that poor heart but would With Thee wake through the night, Instead of pain it would Resound with sweet delight.
Josef Štýbr translation
If that poor nightingale Lived always with her mate, Her love songs would not sound So sad and desolate. If that poor heart but would With Thee wake through the night, Instead of pain it would Resound with sweet delight.