Die Prinzen
die thraene
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The Princes
Kissing Forbidden
The Thraene
MUSIC Witt Johann
LYRICS: Witt Johann
The bird song falls silent in the grove,
and oed' is mountain and Valley,
so now falls on my sad being
the last ray of sunshine.
But even if every trace is blown away,
of the happiness that I dreamed.
The tears remain me still,
you cried for me.