Ich hör' meinen Schatz, <br />Den Hammer er schwinget, <br />Das rauschet, das klinget, <br />Das dringt in die Weite <br />Wie Glockengeläute <br />Durch Gassen und Platz. <br />Am schwarzen Kamin, <br />Da sitzet mein Lieber, <br />Doch geh' ich vorüber, <br />Die Bälge dann sausen, <br />Die Flammen aufbrausen <br />Und lodern um ihn. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The Smith <br /> <br />I hear my sweetheart, <br />The hammer he swings, <br />That whistles, that clangs, <br />That penetrates into the distance <br />Like the peal of bells <br />Through streets and square. <br />At the black furnace <br />There sits my love, <br />But if I pass by, <br />The bellows then groan, <br />The flames roar up <br />And blaze all around him.<br /><br />Johann Ludwig Uhland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/der-schmied-the-smith/
