The bushes are tremblingHans HarthanThe bushes are trembling;they were brushed by alittle bird in flight.In the same way,my soul trembles,overcome by love, pleasure and sorrow,as it thinks of you.
← LibraryHans Harthan · songThe bushes are tremblingThe bushes are trembling by Hans Harthan with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe bushes are tremblingHans HarthanTheðəbushesbˈʊʃɪzareə(ɹ)tremblingtɹˈɛmblɪŋ;theyðˈeɪwerewˈɜːbrushedbɹˈʌʃtbybˈaɪaeɪ̯littlelˈɪtəlbirdbˈɜːdinˈɪnflightflˈaɪt.Inˈɪntheðəsamesˈeɪmwaywˈeɪ,mymˈaɪsoulsˈəʊltremblestɹˈɛmbəlz,overcomeˌəʊvəkˈʌmbybˈaɪlovelˈʌv,pleasureplˈɛʒɐandˈændsorrowsˈɒɹəʊ,asəzitˈɪtthinksθˈɪŋksofˈɒvyoujˈuː.