There lies the heat of summer
on your cheek's lovely art:
There lies the cold of winter
Within your little heart.
That will change, beloved,
The end not as the start!
Winter on tour cheek then,
Summer in your heart.
Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: 'Ein Fichtenbaum'
A single fir-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
Who, far in eastern lands,
Weeps all alone and silent,
Among the burning sands.
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