Miri it is whilë sumer ilast wið fughëles song: oc nu neheð windes blast and weder strong. Ei, ei! what dis niht is long! And ich, wið wel michel wrong. sorëgh and murn and fast. Merry it is while the summer lasts With the song of birds But now draws near the wind's blast And strong weather Alas, alas! how long this night is And I, most unjustly Sorrow and mourn and fast
Amazing,masterpiece of a masterpiece
Greetings from a Russian neighbor.
Down2Chaos 1 year ago
Well done! A great interpretation of this one.
Njurvar 1 year ago
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