Текст песни Ian Bostridge - 5. Der Lindenbaum Липа

At the creek in front of the home of my youth growing young linden tree ;
It saw the shadow of sweet dreams ,
And I cut on the bark of sweet words of love.
From now on, in joy and sorrow my heart seeks here .
And today the dead of night , passing by in the darkness and sadness ,
I heard the voice of the branches :
" Honey, come to me ! Here is your home , where your peace ! .. "
Cold winds drew me away , his hat fell from his head ...
Linden disappeared over the horizon -
But ever calling her whisper settled in my soul ...