Heine, Heinrich

I saw the light of day on the banks of that beautiful river, where folly grows on green mountains and is picked, pressed, poured into casks and sent abroad in the autumn

spring pours over the earth like a sea of life

Advocates, the turners of the laws, who turn and apply the laws until a roast falls to them

On the far horizon / Appears like a foggy image / The city with its towers / Wrapped in twilight

On the Ganges it smells and shines, / And giant trees bloom, / And beautiful, quiet people / Kneel in front of lotus flowers

On the wings of song, / darling, I carry you away

The moon rests on the clouds, / A giant orange, / Outshines the gray sea, / Broad stripes, with a golden glow

I want to climb the mountains, / where the dark fir trees tower, / brooks murmur, birds sing, / and the proud clouds chase

Eyes that don't look far / And aren't fit for love either / But are terribly oppressive / Are my cousin's corns

Berlin is not a city at all, but Berlin merely provides the place where a crowd of people, including many intellectual people, who are completely indifferent to the place, gather

Christianity is an idea and as such indestructible and immortal like any idea

The young lady stood by the sea / And sighed long and anxiously / It touched her so much / The sunset

That's nice with us Germans, nobody is so crazy that he can't find someone even more crazy who understands him

When I think of Germany at night / Then I'm deprived of sleep / I can no longer close my eyes / And my hot tears flow