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Ludwig van Beethoven
«Lilla Carl»
Lieder verschiedener Völker, WoO 158
Lilla Carl, sov sött i frid,
Du får tids nog vaka,
Tids nog se vår onda tid
Och hennes galla smaka.
Världen är en sorgeö,
Bäst man andas, skall man dö
Och bli mull tillbaka.
Så är med vår livstid fatt,
Och så försvinna åren:
Bäst man andas godt och gladt,
Så ligger man på båren.
Lilla charles skall tänka så,
När han se de blommer små,
Som bepryda våren.
Little Carl, sleep sweetly in peace
For there will be plenty of time to watch,
Plenty of time to see our dark times
And savour their bitter taste.
The world is an island of sorrow,
In our prime we breathe, but we will die
And return to dust.
This is how our lives play out
As the years disappear:
In our prime, we breathe health and happiness,
But we will end up in a coffin.
Little Charles will think these thoughts
When he sees the small flowers
That adorn the springtime.