German poetry about mother

Omut's mother

Clemens brentano

Oh, mom, warm your child,

The world is cold and dark, the world is cold and bright,

Tracy Fromm held him and held him piously in her arms.

A woman named He. Take it to heart.

Leg is still there, quietly put it on your undulating chest,

Oh, Les Hrab Gekate, bend down gently,

Harry Lever, is he dead? Waiting lovingly until he opened his eyes,

Zum Himell seliger blicket. Looking at the blue sky carefree.

Can I stay with Tr? No, I won't wake you up with tears

So I went with Coulson; But with a kiss.

My day begins in your eyes,

Both the sun and the moon make way for you.

Oh, you don't know! Oh, you are a pure sky!

Dura Heston blinked, her eyes filled with laughter.

Oh, Engelsen, oh, Serge Lu, oh, angel's eyes, happy peace,

In my world! I'm fascinated!

I watched you day and night,

Mu? Look at you forever,

When I'm around him? When the sky smiles in the dream,

W? Chst Hoffnung und Vertrauen。 Hope and trust are rising in Ran Ran.

……

I watched you day and night,

Mu? Ewig zu dir schauen will always look at you,

Du Mu? Timir, diemichzurwelt gebracht, you brought me into this world,

And don't be afraid. Now he is laying a cradle for me.

Where is my wife? There is no silk around my cradle.

Los Angeles? Deinen Arm sich schlingen just holds it tightly with his arms,

Make your gentle eyes brighter.

Los Angeles? Hello. Sprinkle it on me warmly.

Are you at school? Yes, you must use chastity weapons,

Shake the child gently,

Da? You are so kind, so loving, so brave, and the children are so lovely and beautiful.

What's going on? Umik Umgaogen. It's like a dream flying around me.

Da tr? I was so lonely that I dreamed that I was lonely.

Herzen next stop; I'm used to it in my heart.

Your happiness and sadness,

I'm glad to be with you. This is my happiness and pain.

Where is your ward? Your mind is broad and great,

The most annoying thing is that we never complain to others.

Are you still at school? You secretly cry in your arms,

She has half of me. Let me share your worries.

……

Oh, mom, please warm your child.

The world is cold and dark, and the world is cold and bright.

Grab his arm and hug him devoutly until you become poor.

He lives in a place called Grabes Schwelle. The threshold to the grave.

Put him on the linen you knitted yourself,

Zu Blumen, die du gepflücket, put it on the lace of your choice,

Stirb mit,da? Will you die? Uglein hebt and die together, so that he can open his eyes,

He is my son. Meet you in heaven.

So he studied languages with a pious heart,

Undnimmer lernts Sprechen, learn to talk to you slowly,

Tell him. Tell him, okay? Rts always looks at you and the blue sky.

The will of Froy Deng Brehen. My heart is broken with joy.

Brichete in Freud, Dr. Brichete in Ryder, don't let your heart break in joy.

Brichete is our Allen Baden. It broke our hearts.

Ah, it's too far,

So is He Na! And separation is at hand!

This poem will be recited by Xu Li and Wang Jie of the German class of Grade 02 in "Telling, Blessing, Praising and Appreciating"-the music poetry recitation of International Women's Day on March 7th.