Prayer and Meditation

What can I say? My eyes are dull, my mouth is mute, you bid me speak, that's it! Your eyes are clear, your mouth is red, and whatever you wish is a commandment. My hair is grey, my heart is sore, you are so young and so healthy. You bid me speak and make it so difficult for me. I look at you and I'm shaking so much.

When, in the golden age, Cupid ran enamored of sleepy merrymaking across colorful fields of flowers, the smallest of the gods was stung by a bee that slept in rose petals, where it used to get honey. By this sting Armor became wiser, the inexhaustible deceiver devised a new stratagem: He eavesdrops on roses and violas; And when a girl came to get her, he flew out like a bee and stung.

Wedding Ceremony - Heuboden - Zug

Under the linden trees, on the heath, where our two beds are, you may find them both broken flowers like grass. Before the forest in a valley tandaradei! the nightingale sang sweetly. I came gone to the Aue, there already my brides are coming. Then I was received, noble woman, that I am still happy. is he kissing me Probably a thousand hours. tandaradei! Look how red my mouth is! So he made me and himself a bed of flowers.

It is still laughed at heartly, someone comes along the same path. By the roses he probably likes tandaradei! notice where my head lay. If anyone knew that he was lying with me, God forbid, I'm ashamed. What he cares about me - no one, no one finds it, but he and I, and a little bird: tandaradei! That may well be true.