Jon Corelis - Winter - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Winter
 translated from the Middle High German by Jon Corelis
 
 Winter withers all the meadow's flowers,
 and the frozen hours
 paint the woodlands pale:
 as the snowfalls thicken,
 lindens cast their stricken
 branches stark against the season's whiteness.
 
 Yet I mourn this barrenness less sadly
 than I grieve how badly
 Shame and Honor fail:
 Honor's stream runs shallow,
 Virtue's field lies fallow,
 no heart seeks to cull the rose of rightness.
 
 The spring restores the leaves and petals to the flowers on the thorn-hedge,
 
 but the man whom wickedness has taken
 and who has forsaken
 Honor's holy pledge
 walks a path of sorrows,
 nor can face tomorrow's
 gleaming dawn secure in manhood's brightness.