O Nightingale

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 240th birthday.

Achim von Arnim
1781 – 1831


O nightingale, your noble sound, brings us great joy,
Your voice roams all mountains and valleys, in the beautiful summertime,
When you start to pull out, the birds are silent
Nobody shows up, nobody wants to sing anymore.

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