Under blossoming trees
Alexander Zemlinsky
Beneath blossoming trees
in the silent night,
in blissful dreams
I think of you, you lovely woman.
The fragrant linden trees strewed
blossoms down upon me;
the winds caressed pleasantly
like a greeting from you.
And a heavenly singing
from the starry sky seemed
to float gently down
to permeate the sleeping world.