CLOUD OF SORROW
Why does our joy, our little joy,
to sadness only lead us?
A cloud of sorrow covers us
and we lean our heads aside.
Sweet sister, now I perish,
compassion only saves me now.
The storks, gray-feathered, fly away
and take with them the swallows.
Why does our joy, our little joy,
to sadness only lead us?
Another winter we have spent
in darkness in a foreign land.
