T. Quasthoff - Schubert / Die Wetterfahne | Текст песни

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The Vane (Die Wetterfahne)



The wind is turning the weathervane
On the roof of my sweetheart’s house
Round and round it mocks and teases
Teases and mocks my sighs and my tears

If only I’d seen this fickle symbol
Before I entered that house
I would not have hoped so much
Of one inconstant, though so fair

For Nature plays with our hearts
As the wind plays with the vane
What do they care if my heart is dying?
Their child will be a wealthy bride.

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