Lament I
Brahms, Johannes
Ah, how I miss it - it is no longer here,
What once so sweetly made me happy;
Ah, how I miss it - it is no longer here,
What once delighted me!
What once so sweetly made me happy,
Has, like an ocean wave, passed by.
Ah, how I miss it - it is no longer here,
What once delighted me!
Tell me how one can till the soil
Without a plough, without a horse?
Tell me how one can till the soil
When the wheel breaks?
Ah, such is ploughing,
And such is love also;
Such is love,
If one does not kiss!
They force me to do things
That only fill me with distress;
They force on me
Only what causes me pain:
They're giving me to a widower,
Whose heart is not whole:
Half of him is his first wife's,
Half only would be mine!