The Earth

Sleep, tomorrow will I come after you along the Earth.
I am the winter sun, and I appear all sharper and sharper.
No, not so painful to look at so nicely you rest on the river bed.
You fear me, since my kisses cuts you like a knife.

He-ey, Mother Earth,
fill me with meltet snow,
Such a love will destroy the world.

Sleep, tomorrow will I wander after you with the first rays.
I will become weaker, want to be with you all more often and closer.
I am burning you, but I embrace everything with my warm rays,
to the white snowy edges, and already can they no longer be seen.

He-ey, Mother Earth,
fill me with meltet snow.
Such a love will destroy the world.