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Many a tear from my eyes

Has dropped into the snow

When the grass begins to grow,

A warm breeze will blow there

Many a tear from my eyes

Has dropped into the snow

When the grass begins to grow,

A warm breeze will blow there

When the grass begins to grow,

And the ice will melt in torrents

Say which way will you flow ?

Just follow my tears :

Their stream will soon carry you away.

When you feel my tears grow warm,

That will be my sweetheart’s house.

You lied cold and motionless

How silent you have become

Stretched out in the sand

You’ve covered youself

On your crust I carve with a sharp stone

The name of my beloved and the hour and the day

The day I first met her

Many a tear from my eyes

Have droppped into the snow

Under its crust is there a roaring torrent ?