Sidor Belarsky - Mein Ruhe Platz
My Place of Rest
Don't look for me where myrtles green,
you won't find me there, my precious.
Where lives are withering away at machines,
there is my place of rest.
There is my place of rest.
Don't look for me where the birds are singing,
you won't find me there, my precious.
A slave i am where chains are rattling,
there is my place of rest.
There is my place of rest.
Don't look for me where fountains splash,
you won't find me there, my precious.
Where tears are flowing, teeth are gnashing,
there is my place of rest.
There is my place of rest.
And if you love me with a pure love, come to me my precious,
and cheer up my heart, my dull heart,
and lovelify my place of rest.
And lovelify my place of rest.
(ad lib translation)