How much truth in the silence of nature,
And listen to here so at least a century,
How to grow seedlings morning,
But so noisy mad man.
And all of a lie, take any word
Though condemned anyone, though praised.
Without condescension to the weakness of others
Statement on the severity of the soul laid.
By what purity silent nature,
Washed in silver dew,
What seems to be with her after a brief pause,
You also cleanses the soul.
But going into your world is not perfect,
Where it becomes more difficult to breathe,
We are careless about the carnal and spiritual,
Without thinking how we clean.
How much patience in pristine nature,
And again we malice rebellion.
It corresponds incessant silence,
And we are destroying your own home.
She forgives the lost creatures
Once again, reminding strictly,
That the wrath of nature conflagration extinct
Anticipates anger all-seeing God.
02.07.2014, the
Schubert -Serenada
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