Текст песни Franz Peter Schubert - 24 winterreise

Here is the organ grinder sad behind the village,
And he twists his chilled hand with difficulty,
Stomps on the spot, miserable, barefoot and gray.
The poor fellow waits in vain - there is no money in the cup.

The poor fellow waits in vain - there is no money and no.
People don’t look, don’t want to listen,
Only dogs viciously grumble at him.

All obediently demolishes, the old man suffers all,
The song will not be interrupted for a brief moment,
The song will not be interrupted for a brief moment.

Do you want us to endure grief together?
Do you want me to sing songs to the barrel organ?