Текст песни Иоганн Вольфганг Гете - Часть 1. На городском валу

IN THE CITY SHAFT [65]

The deepening of the fortress wall statue of the Grieving Mother of God, in front of her flowers in jugs. Gretchen puts his flowers on the way.

Gretchen

the worshipers
His face mourning
Slopes in the ineffable goodness,
With sorrow
Looking at his son,
Stretched out in anguish on the cross,
And the eyes
vozvedshego
For help with the Father in the sky!
Who knows,
As the melt
At the drop of strength inside of me?
Only before you I'm all at a glance.
Oh, have pity on me and favor
In my trouble flour and behold!
Where is noisy, crowded,
Breathing hard for me,
Raise your eyes to the foreign shame,
A house will
Tears of pain
I give, and the heart is torn in half.
I have these little flowers in a bouquet
Tears poured,
When today at dawn
They tore for you.
I caught the sun in the bedroom
Once upon a time without sleep.
I dumoyu his sad
I was awakened.
Save me from the pangs of shame.
Face bowing to me!
Unified my support,
Hear, hear me!