Winter
by Qntal
The world was yellow, red and blue
Green in the forest and elsewhere
The small birds sang there
But now the fog crow screams.
Has it another color? Yes
It become pale and over gray.
The seam multiples itself many times.
I sat on a green hill
Flowers and clover sprang there
Between me and a lake.
That was an eye meadow.
Where we sought flowers
There maturity and also the snow lies now.
That hurts the little birds.
Say the gates: See the snow!
And poor people: Oweh, oweh!
Therefore I feel heavy and leaden
I have the winter worry three:
What that would be among other things
I would become all worries free
Were the summer nearly by...