Текст песни Brahms: 6 Gesänge, Op. 3: No. 1, Liebestreu - Kathleen Ferrier , Gerald Moore , Johannes Brahms

Oh sink deep, oh sink deep
Thy grief, my child
In the sea
In the deep dark sea
A stone must bide
On the dark sea floor
My grief comes back to me
And the love thou hast borne
In thy heart, my child
Pluck it out, it is dead and dry
Though the flower must fade
Untimely plucked
True love not so can die
And thy troth, and thy troth
It was only a word
Let that word to the winds be cast
Oh mother, the whirlwinds
May shatter the hills
My troth will hold them fast
Would hold, would hold them fast