- Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
- The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
- The all-beholding sun shall see no more
- The sea, whose sob created my gentle roll,
- The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
- The all-beholding sun shall see no more
- Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!
- Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
- The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
- The all-beholding sun shall see no more
- Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!
- Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
- Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
- The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
- The all-beholding sun shall see no more
- Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!