Somewhere, far away out there, childhood sweetly sleeps, Along the path among the trees, There over that house Which was once my pride and joy. There my mother gave me birth into this world So I could weep... In the flame of candles by my bed, I sleep And once perhaps I'll understand That I was such a little thing, As little as this song. These 30,000 souls who sleep Among the trees will wake, Open an eye And because they see A lot They'll fall asleep again...
by Hanus Hachenburg, 1944 From “I never saw another butterfly”
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