The Hateful Colour
I'd like to go out into the world,
Out into the wide world;
If only it weren't so green, so green,
Out there in the forest and field!
I would like to pluck all the green leaves
From every branch,
I would like to weep on all the grass
Until it is deathly pale.
Ah, Green, you hateful colour, you,
Why do you always look at me,
So proud, so bold, so gloating,
And me only a poor, flour-covered man?
I would like to lay in front of her door,
In storm and rain and snow.
And sing so softly by day and by night
One little word: farewell!
Hark, when in the forest a hunter's horn sounds -
Her window clicks!
And she looks out, but not for me;
Yet I can certainly look in.
O do unwind from your brow
That green, green ribbon;
Farewell, farewell! And give me
Your hand in parting!
Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827)
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