Ice-skate sprint

Carl Loewe

Here, onwards,

on the shiny path!

The river has become a field of ice,

fasten the skates to your feet!

Stride and glide with lively spirits

away, away!

Downward, upwards

in soaring sprint!

the fierce North storms and blusters,

but we stride and glide courageously forth!

The lifeblood is warm and the spirit cheerful!

Away, away!