In the marvellous month of May
when all the buds were bursting,
then in my heart did
love arise.
In the marvellous month of May
when all the birds were singing,
then did I reveal to her
my yearning and longing. – Heinrich Heine
In the marvellous month of May
when all the buds were bursting,
then in my heart did
love arise.
In the marvellous month of May
when all the birds were singing,
then did I reveal to her
my yearning and longing. – Heinrich Heine
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand – its elements are hunger, envy, and death. – Heinrich Heine
The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel — and all of them are right. – Heinrich Heine