Shepherd boy, out on the plain,
This craze will not subdue.
As I recall the cloak and cane
My agonies ensue.
If I rise, I’ll fall anew.
Little horn plays on: loo-loo!
As in a dream, we bade farewell,
I spoke: “I’ll wait for you.”
“We will meet again in hell,”
And laughing, he withdrew.
If I rise, I’ll fall anew.
Little horn plays on: loo-loo!
O deep water, all ablaze,
In the millpond, shining blue,
Not from sorrow — from disgrace,
I have come to you.
Silently, I’ll fall askew…
Distant horn plays on: loo-loo!
Стройный мальчик пастушок,
Видишь, я в бреду.
Помню плащ и посошок,
На свою беду.
Если встану — упаду.
Дудочка поет: ду-ду!
Мы прощались как во сне,
Я сказала: «Жду».
Он, смеясь, ответил мне:
«Встретимся в аду»,
Если встану — упаду.
Дудочка поет: ду-ду!
О глубокая вода
В мельничном пруду,
Не от горя, от стыда
Я к тебе приду.
И без крика упаду,
А вдали звучит: ду-ду.
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