Angizia
Miscellaneous
Autumn legend
Written sometime in October
I hear a little yacht rushing,
Mohl from the crystal Feisenquell,
Here in the valley there is a sound of slocks
Resounding in the middle of the village.
I hear a joumle of rustling,
Mohl from the herbal pot of painting,
Down in the withering flume flower might be resplendent,
Golden leaf fluttering - once upon a time branches!
Loved and colorful Herbotgefeld,
Her return may now fade away,
Redeemed and woman in the seat robe.
I mean it as delightfully happy, Feite,
In soul and in mind. Ervoster Fagersmann!
Fegleit My dreaming looking for red and fluff.
Whether it was a search glue, I saw!
In this woman covered relief of winter?
Hlif gae mie English grain to blow,
So that it fades away and in the morning to blow itself Death falls.
Legend wants to stay Field shawm and Flumlein guide some people
Just idyllic fire replacing brenat Fue poetic
Song and rhyme - and vos ectraumt I would like to miss,
Gank on once bare Zeittenwenbe,
Wine coldly wetted a slatt wants to fall,
To be the last of Jaum