Rast
Rest
Winterreise A Journey into Winter
Müller
It’s only now I’ve stopped
I feel how tired I’ve become.
Walking kept my spirits up
When the road was wearisome.
My feet, they did not want to rest,
It was too cold to stand.
My back, it did not feel its load,
The wind lent a helping hand.
Now in the charcoal burner’s hut
I’ve lain down on the floor,
But my limbs can find no rest,
They ache and are so sore.
And you my heart, so fierce and bold
When battling with the rain,
Now that we’re sheltering from the cold
Know that agony again.
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